I found the text size button!

I drove to Pat Catan's this morning and bought some art supplies. It may prove a wasted effort, but I always find that driving somewhere far away and purchasing something acts as a bit of a driving force for me. Kind of like me saying to myself "Hey fucktard, I didn't just go out and buy this shit to sit it in my room and leave it to rot! You better use it or your ass is getting thrown into the street!" I'm a total dick to myself, shit.

So I bought some cold press board, at Bili Kribbs' suggestion. ( The possesive form of Kribbs' is fun to try and figure out how to say, just so you know. ) I also got a thick brush and a pallette. Brick-a-brack that artists usually have. I'm living the dream! I also got two things for me though: a twenty-four count box of crayons and some cheap note cards. So cheap, mind you, that they're not even card stock. They're rectangular slips of paper. I drew monsters on them all day at work with my crayons. It was fun, so I think I may post them to accompany this here blog. Maybe boost my readership from me to someone else.

Work was work otherwise. Work. work. work...

I came home and Fathead suggested we go see Pineapple Express. It was good, I enjoyed the humor and the very honest portrayal of pot smoking. It is the kind of movie that would have made me feel something if I hadn't been ill prepared. Beyond that, Fathead and I were frightened by the rain as we left the theater, which proved hilarious. We were not the cool kids at the theater tonight. More like two goofy guys who hang out now and then. That's honest, I think so anyway.

That's all life should be. Drawing in crayon and laughing at each other when trying to be serious.