(In Parenthesis)

(a grammatical structure that reminds me of tim)
((& letters))
(())

(What Happened In Between The Mundane At Work Today)

(or)

(where my head was at while I bagged groceries like a champion)
(in a dream)
(a memory)
(an encounter)

(trains across the sea)
See, we get all poetic & metatextual sometimes over here, we really do.

Running Late.

This should have been posted already, but it wasn't. Life is so freaking complicated lately, what can I say?

DnD Thursday, last week, 9.3.2009.
(A Very Abstract Expressionist Evening, In More Ways Than One).

Pre-Gaming. Lisette's Room.
(reminds me of this)
Sneakers & A Bottle Of Cheap Red Wine From Pop's, On the Floor.

Lisette Putting On Her Makeup In The Mirror.

Infiltrating Joe's Pizza With ART.

There Was Once Love, & Pizza.

Later,
Ella Longpre At The Sierra Grille.
As Usual Jed's Drawing Was Better.
But Mine Is The Punk Rock Version.
But he was right in that Ella's set was very beautiful, & that good things happen, even in difficult times.

This night certainly didn't end well, so let's stop here, with
a lot of feeling & good line quality, but very little self-editing & control.
One of those nights, I guess.

What Exactly Is It That Makes You Think We Aren't Angry?

Your Priorities Are Fucked & I Cannot Read Your Mind.
(this one for Amy)

Peaches & Bagels. 9.10.2009.

& still more stupid shit encountered in grocery hell.
They still don't pay us enough to take this total bullshit.

More From Beth.

I love it when DnD gains a new perspective.

The followup to last night's fantastic drawing from guest blogger Beth.

"completely messy, totally unrealistic, but wholey me, so f*ck it!
I heart the art!"-beth

See, it's contagious.
When will DnD happen to you?

"Right Now I Like Sad Country Music"

Last night's fantastic Los Hijos Unicos/Bunwinkies/Nina Violet show at the Sierra Grille.
(I missed Nina Violet, 'cause I was doing this.)

Los Hijos Unicos.
I have no idea what this odd little drawing means in relation to the band, but I like it.

Bunwinkies.

In a unexpected moment of DnD, Los Hijos Unicos was giving free cds to anyone who would decorate the album cover, which meant there was a table full of art supplies & art making that I did not have to create myself.
AWESOME.

This cd cover was slipped into my backpack while I was off running around somewhere. I have no idea who painted it.

This is mine.
I wish that I'd managed to steal Chris' to scan before he left, because it was great, although I'm still a bit mad he took the last boot sticker.

& Gaby also contributed to it being a grand evening.

DnD (& me personally) To Gaby: We F-ing love you too.
Many thanks Sierra Grille & all involved for a night of beautiful music, good friends, & spontaneous art.
& seriously, extra extra special thanks to Los Hijos Unicos for the cd cover project, the best kind of DnD.

& so Thursdays continue, in a slightly different format.

DnD Has Many Faces.

Tonight, for a different sort of DnD, dinner with the always lovely Beth at my apartment.

A Drawing from Beth,
an even more old school contributor to the classic Art Parties on Prospect Street than Matt D. even.
Lady, so nice to have you out & drawing again.
MORE MORE MORE.

My drawing of Beth across my kitchen table. I assume she understands that I am not the portraitist of this operation, & that my drawings of people are more about how I feel & less about how people actually look, cause this one is really pretty sloppy for such a gorgeous lady.

& of course we ate a delicious dinner, 'cause I am always about bringing the cooking back into the drinking & drawing.

So, a Thursday DnD at my apartment with an old friend instead of back at the office with the mostly new ones. Pretty seriously nice actually.
Although, it's not even 11pm, & this thursday sure ain't over yet.
So who knows what happens next?
(this post dedicated to beth, for not being one of those who avoids the drama, happy three days until your birthday, dear).

Comics At The Grocery Store Week Continues.

& now presenting, what I did at work TODAY.

Yup, pretty similar to YESTERDAY.

"A Narrative of Objects, But Certainly Not An Objective One:
The 'True' Story Of What Happened To Us at DnD Last Week."

Someone moved.

Laundry was retrieved & texts sent us to all the wrong places.

New chairs were sat in & conversations of all sorts were held.

Disaster ensues.

Did we always know it would come to this?
(actually, answer=no).

Written & drawn in between the 164 transactions I rang up today, 9.10.2009.