Heaven must've programmed you

I've got my record player going pretty much non-stop.
Bad Bad Leroy Brown.
Go Your Own Way.
Homeward Bound.

Eating almonds, reading about war, and wondering what effect Josh Ritter could have on achieving world peace.

The highway is alive tonight

I've got a ten page paper due in three days. I've done more in less.
I had a coke for the first time in weeks. I feel like I should start listening to Bruce Springsteen.
And I still think about Crazy Bread when I'm not thinking about anything else.

Memo

Today I went to Wal-Mart to get my oil changed. (I know I know, every man should be able to change their own oil. Whatever.) As I handed the employee my keys he asked what I planned to do for the 30 or so minutes it would take to change the oil. I held up my shopping list and said, "No worries, I need to pick up a few things."
He tilted his head, looked at my list, and said, "Cute."

I forgot I had written my shopping list on my new post-it pad.

So thanks Jill for making me the laughing stock of the automotive section of Wal-Mart.
(Worth it. Although I've wasted more than a few just writing captions for the kitten.)

Midterms

I'm in the tempest of midterms again.
The tempest seems to be preceded by a flurry of papers.
Things suffer as a result. Blogging (sorry WiAC), eating, and sleeping.
But this lonely buffalo always suffers. It was us, the white man, that ruined this guys life. Remember that one scene from Dances with Wolves? With all the dead and wasted buffalo? That was us. The loneliness of the buffalo is on me now. Great....like my plate isn't full enough.

Self-Portrait

What is this picture missing? Mr. Rogers? The silk roses my brother met me at the airport with? Nope.
An understanding and mastery of perspective drawing? Yep.

This just happens to be my 100th post on Logg Blogg. So I thought a little glimpse into where the magic of this blog has been happening lately was only appropriate.

Re-Arrange

At a certain point I just give up on trying to fall asleep. I sit in front of my computer, listen to music, and draw.
I've never been a talented artist. But its relaxing and relatively mindless for me. It allows me to forget about how not tired I am, but not so engrossing that should my eyes get weak and scratchy, I won't notice. (That's why you see the same people and things over and over again.)
I like to add the lyrics of whatever song I happen to be listening to on repeat. The lyrics in my drawings aren't meant to be autobiographical, except to tell you what song was playing as I sat hunched over my desk, unable to sleep. But I suppose if the song is enjoying a heavy rotation when a drawing is taking place, there is a reason behind it. But who knows?

He didn't help

A while back I chomped into a raw egg for $1.
A comment by my friend Ryan implied that perhaps my reckless and horrible eating habits are the cause of my IBS.
Spot on Ryan. Spot on.
But what was I supposed to do, both my milk and 1lb of beef were set to expire. (ok, one had already expired. Not telling you which.)