More napkin humor.
The drunks at the bar thought they were funny…
A long time ago, in a city far away… (Well, as far as Milwaukee, anyway.) I worked as a waiter in a restaurant with a bar attached to it. One particularly slow night in the restaurant but not so slow a night in the bar, I spent my evening drawing comics on cocktail napkins and passing them down the line. This eventually led to me selling t-shirts with crazy sayings on them. Some of those napkins haven’t been seen since that night at the bar. So I thought I’d break a few out. Here’s a couple of them now…
I’m not very political. There are times when I’m terrible at keeping up with current events. Once, I lived in this tiny mountain town in Northern Idaho. I didn’t have TV for over a year. I didn’t go anywhere but that town and the surrounding wilderness. I spent most of my time sitting in my kitchen looking out my giant picture window at the elk herd across the valley on the other mountainside, listened to music, and drew or wrote stories. When the first Bush was elected President, I found out in conversation five months after the fact. I’d forgotten there was even an election happening. I’ve been known to not be in the know.
Fortunately, when I want to know something that’s going on, like this whole health care reform thing, I can ask a zombie cat. Unfortunately, their answers sometimes suck. You’ll see what I mean:
Scaredy and Stripey, two actor cats who appear in Rotten Little Animals, asked me to come by their show and talk about the book. I expected them to thank me profusely for putting them in it, and to tell me how awesome I am and stuff. But that’s not exactly how things went.
The second in Scaredy and Stripey’s talk show series: (and this one is probably funny)
Rotten Little Animals is expanding. We’ve taken puppet shows from the Bunker, bookstores, and conventions straight to the interwebs. RLA has its own YouTube channel now. Please come and subscribe. Rotten Little YouTube
To start things off, Scaredy and Stripey are doing a talk-show sort of thing about the Holidays and why they suck:
Rotten Little Animals has its own facebook fanpage now, too! Come join and tell us about YOUR rotten little animal experiences. Post photos, talk about the book, freak out on zombie cats… And share the animal love: Rotten Little Facebook Animals
I have an article up at Flash Fiction Chronicles today. I’m calling it my Birthday Flash for All. It’s about how writing flash for a year made me a better novella-ist. Please drop by and let me know what you think: Peaches
Have a great day! (I know I’M going to.)
In honor of my birthday happening today, and because my wife and I just launched this fun new thing we’re calling Ask a Five-Year-Old on facebook, I’m putting up this video of my littlest one answering the question, “Where do babies come from?” Hooray for being born!
Manifest Laboratory (run by my lovely, amazing wife, Terri Plewa) has a facebook fanpage. Every day Manifest Lab says something to remind us about what we can do to make our lives better, easier, or all they can be. Today she said, “Just breathe”. That reminded me of a poem I wrote about twenty years ago. (I get reflective around my birthday.) Anyway, for Manifest Laboratory, and for Terri, here’s something about breathing (please be kind, I was 19 or so):
Breathe.
In a clearly lit spot,
behind a tided tree,
find yourself alive.
Is it warm air that
brushes your skin,
or cold,
and biting at your lungs?
I found you there,
your chest heaving,
hair spilling across
your open breast.
I wanted to reach out,
I wanted to say,
Breathe.
I think once you saw me,
but back into disguise,
and that was when I loved you,
in the flashing of your eyes.
Your feet grow light
under the moon.
It makes me almost leap
to hold onto you.
It makes me jump,
and stops my heart,
and I have to tell myself,
Breathe.