We got Joy in some protective eyewear and she went to work designing a miniature wire mannequin. It came out so awesome! She’s studying to be a doctor, a specific type of surgeon, and her grasp of the human form is spot on.
(please note Joanne’s Gay Pride rice krispie treats - made with Fruity Pebbles. She also made the most best ice cream sandwiches and peanut butter cookies!)
Joy’s final product. Anatomically rad.
Eileen was making snowflakes and drawing rapid fire portraits of everyone. She is showcasing the soul of the wire man I made that is hanging up in the photo, but it’s kinda hard to see. Her FIANCE is the reason I’m trying to make wire sculptures. He might have a job for me making ten for a photo shoot.
Kelly came by as well, she is part owner of the Parish Trust, an art and antique store on Divisadero. She made this card for a friend who is pregnant.
Heather tucked away and quietly made this incredible charcoal, only occasionally breaking into a Stevie Nicks voice singing songs.
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Collin and I were out cleaning windows yesterday.
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I realized I could put one set of cables onto another and double jump with just one truck. Appears the alternator is bad.
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Trying to grab the flash from one camera to get her picture with my camera. It’s totally weird how two different moments were captured in one photo.
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With it’s twin batteries it took my whole fleet to get the Ford started. That’s my motorcycle ready to run for help.
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Here’s a sure sign you have four women staying with you -I came out into the kitchen this morning to find a pair of underduds drying on the doorknob. Every good host should have a drying rack for the silky stuff. Now I know.
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So the Dutch girls arrived yesterday. Steve sent them out from Massachusetts. They’ll be staying for four days. I took them immediately to The Lexington bar. It’s hard to know where to take four college girls from Amsterdam when your idea of a good time includes a trip to the dump and throwing rocks at street signs. The Lexington, a lesbian bar, was packed out the door since it was Pride weekend. They aren’t lesbians so it wasn’t so much fun for them. I’ll never be a tour guide.
“What do you call ‘going dutch’ in the Netherlands?” I asked.
“Splitting the bill,” she said with a withering tone.
“Do you know what Double Dutch means?” I asked, not catching on that this was racist and offensive.
“When the man wears a condom even though the girl is on the pill,” she said.
It was news to me. We googled it. She’s right.
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This is my working man’s work glove tribute to Micheal Jackson.
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“It must take some balls jumpin’ in that thing every mornin’.”
“It’s car art!”
“Yeah? I don’t like it.”
Overheard on the street at Fillmore and Geary.
How do edible undies work? What are you eating? An edible fabric? Is it made of fruit leather? Perhaps just the crotch is made of gum. Other than gum, very few foods are flexible enough to withstand so much movement. Bananas wouldn’t work. Sushi probably would. Or licorice. But what about the elastic waist?
If life begins at conception, could a man who has coitus with his pregnant wife be accused of child molestation?
Good night internet.
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Went out to Poll’s motorcycle shop with my pal Erik to ask a few questions. There’s always folks hanging around, including this archer who started shooting at a box across the street.
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Collin used to drink box wine, now he drinks booze bags. They come in the ice cream cooler at a liquor store around the corner. Frozen daiquiris with liquor already in it. Brilliant.
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Haven’t seen Rusty Sunshine in months. First thing he does is show me the John Deere he got for a song. “Even has power steering,” he crooned.
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He said, “it won’t matter for this band.”
Doug fell into the campfire.
