Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Tommy Westphall Universe?!?!

Maybe it's because I'm drunk off jagermeister and pomegranate rockstar, but this just blows me away.

I know I'm probably the only person I know who would read through all this, but basically it boils down to the fact that the series finale shows that the entire show took place in the mind of an autistic kid named Tommy Westphall. Seems like a shitty "it was only a dream" way to end a show until you realize that St. Elsewhere crossed over with some other shows. And those shows crossed over with other shows. Well, if St. Elsewhere and its characters were all in the mind of that autistic kid than all the shows that are linked to it through crossover must also be inside the mind of that kid.

The final count of imaginary shows? 282, including 26 that are still on the air right now. I bet you had no idea that you were watching imaginary television.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Wii Fuck

I posted this on craigslist the other night as a sort of homage to the original marios bros. sex post:

I want to stick a wiimote in your vagina and see how well you can play super mario galaxy. If you can't get a grand star I will punch you in the fucking face. You can hold the nunchuk with your hand, but if you touch that wiimote there will be trouble.
It's not much as I was probably drunk and too incoherent to write a proper paragraph, but it gets the point across. It's nowhere near the masterpiece of the original though.

Well hello there.


Let me go out on a limb and say that sunrise earth is the best show ever. Way better than actual sunrise.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Happy holidays


lady who begs outside the montgomery street station has a buddy now.


I had a dream last night that had something to do with someone wanting me to fly to India and set off some plastic explosives. I had the explosives in my pocket and I was wandering around the airport terminal. And then there were some wild pigs roaming around the food court area. I thought they were cute so I started petting one, but the little bastard could some the plastic explosives in my pocket. I freaked out and left the squishy ball of exploding on a bench and someone sat on it. Very weird.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


Today I'm pretending that I'm a spy in deep cover in the retail industry. It's easy to imagine that my bosses are Iranian agents.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008


I can't seem to draw anything but faces anymore. Dynamic, proportioned figure drawing seems totally lost to me. Even my articulated wooden mannequin is no help.

Fictional Spaces

.Sometimes, in certain places in the city, I imagine not only the history of those places but the fictional histories and fictional futures of those places. The places and characters overlap. Adrian Monk investigates a murder at Star Fleet Academy, while the X-men battle the toy soldier Army of Emperor Norton. It's a little confusing sometimes. It could be worse. I could live in New York.