Wednesday, April 20, 2005

mystery of the disappearing face I was driving up US19 the other day and noticed that someone had ripped the face (my face) off of my billboard there.  It caused a rather mixed emotion in me. Obviously I was a little bit bummed that it was gone after putting so much work into it.  But on the other hand, it was kind of exciting to think that someone might have actually wanted it enough (or hated it enough) to go through the trouble of ripping it down.  (This would have entailed making a somewhat dangerous sharp turn from the highway onto an unfinished access road, and then trespassing in this field before extracting my artwork. If the artwork is just gone and destroyed, so be it.  But if someone out there has saved if for their own home, personal use, feel free to send me an anonymous photo of its new location.  I won't come looking for you.  Promise. 7:32:00 PM    comment [] donchrinicty You know, I can't remember the last time I have metioned or even thought of the story of Don Quijote (before last night's silly blog post).  I remember studying it in high school, and for some reason I always associate the story with really second rate murals, showing the scene where Don Quijote and his little friend attack the windmills. So, how weird is it that while walking around randomly, talking to Jersey Girl on the cell phone this morning, I should walk right up to this restaurant today called the Don Quijote Buffet (on about Dale Mabry and Fletcher).  Of course, there was a big second rate mural on the front of the building of that very scene. (It was still closed, so I didn't eat there). 7:03:18 PM    comment [] honey? You know that phenomenon where a cigarette just glues itself to your lip like a mad pit bull on a toddler's soft and doughy arm, and suddenly won't let go?  (Think about it for a second). Well, that happened to me this morning when I got up and stumbled around and started looking for the toilet paper. When I tried to pull my cigarette out (one of Jersey Girl's horrible Newports) and said, "honey, where' the toilet paper?".... the newport stayed glued to my lip, but my hand, pulling away, knocked the cherry on the floor and I stepped on it instantly. 8:19:29 AM    comment []

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