The Meh Man.

I wish I could say I’m excited to do this stuff. But I’m not.

After the big Bluehost fiasco I wrote about back in November 17, I’ve really been drained of most of my energy and motivation that I normally would put towards blogging. I mean, I’ll probably still keep going, but definitely not as prolific as I once was.

I think I’d much rather put my effort towards creating zines and published, tangible works. I feel better and more comfortable at the mere thought of it. You know why? I feel like they’d last much, much longer than any thing that’s stored “in the cloud.”

The cloud. Whatever.

It’s already been proven to me that cloud storage, just like clouds themselves, can dissipate at any given time. Vaporize into nothing.

I’ve been in touch with Bluehost, btw. I finally have someone actually trying to help me retrieve my data, but I haven’t heard from him for a few days. Hmm.

Anyways. Have a good one.

 

 

Pigeons Off Roscoe.

My daily drive on the 405 is usually nothing to write home about, although it does give me time to listen to NPR/KCRW or my favorite music. Another good option is audiobooks. Yet, most of the time, no matter what I’m doing or listening to, I simply reflect on the world that passes by and what part I play in this thing we call life.

One day while traveling northbound through the valley, right after the Anheuser-Busch Brewery, I casually looked over to the southbound lanes and saw a flight of pigeons speeding by the shoulder. Against a green of valley freeway foliage, at one point each and every one of them had their wings in open, upright position, exposing their grey undersides. The contrast and coincidence struck me somehow, and the image has been embedded in my brain since. So this morning I decided to draw it. Enjoy.

Mega-Bundle.

18 of 99.

I’ve decided to post a mega-bundle of doodles this time to make up for my absence. Enjoy. The following one is in direct response to Jeni, who wanted me to sketch something about her swallowing a lemon seed.

19 of 99.

Now onto the all-too familiar topic of the day…

20 of 99.

And then to my constant recurring visions of complex nonsensical machinery coupled with a craving for lunch…

21 of 99.

And last but not least, this one’s actually a blast from the past. I must’ve drawn this sometime in the early ’90s. Geez I wish I dated it somewhere. My dad always criticizes me for that. “Put de date! Always put de date! Bekas when yu are old, yu will not remember!” You know what, he’s totally right.

21 of 99.

17 of 99.

17 of 99.

The world looks lovely
behind bloodshot eyes
shit on my shoes
and bee-filled dandelions
Get away from there Greg
Knowing they sting
not knowing the pain
I miss the rain
Saucers in the sky
in circles, patterns
I pause

They’re only spotlights
but I wish they weren’t
extra terrestrial
come say hello.