Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Monday, August 8, 2011

All Good Things Christina Ricci

Let me just say that I am all about the Ricci …that odd looking minx with those big saucer eyes. She’s been floating the outskirts of pop-culture for some time now, drifting in here and there for some off-beat film role. Strange girl, but I like her.






 














Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Monster Truck Dinosaurs!

I give you Robosaurus and Megasaurus.  






Fashion Phenomenon: t-shirts with wolves printed on them.

I don’t know how things are in other countries, but here in the states you may from time to time notice certain, particular attire involving (oft oversized) t-shirts with wolf-themed artwork. Usually, these wolves are printed large enough to cover the entire front of the shirt, sometimes as a single wolf portrait or maybe as some forested landscape with a wolf howling at the moon, or occasionally with a wolf’s image inside the moon--or any variation thereof.

Such shirts can commonly be acquired at the following retailers: truck stops, wildlife park gift shops, Indian casino/hotel gift shops, camping/sporting good stores, thrift store outlets, seasonal fairground clothing stands, yard sales, Walmart. Or sometimes you can find them in a box, stashed away in an abandoned bus out in the woods. In any event, wearing a wolf shirt takes a special kind of self-confidence. It says a lot about who you are, and who you aren’t. Some may argue that wolf shirts are tacky; they know not what they speak – wolf shirts are exciting! They’re an instant visual statement. Walking into a room wearing a wolf shirt is 2nd only to walking into a room with an actual goddamn wolf! Everyone is instantly aware of you, may fear you perhaps; women, especially, will find you intriguing.

Don’t say no to the wolf shirt.



Saturday, July 30, 2011

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Jungle Songs

 Listen, earthen and hear the call, wikkity-tak-too.
Deep the jungle, the vines so long, the monkeys swing through.
Above, the birds; beneath, the ants; behind is yesterday.
Beyond, the beast; he waits for me, the weak the slow the prey.
Time to die.  

Awake, you vermin and hear the call, wikkity-tak-tay. 
Dark the dawn, the canopy hung low, the sunlight kept at bay. 
Beyond, the beast; tooth and claw, a mythic Bengal king.
Before him I wait, rifle in hand, ready for the spring.
Time to kill.