So I know the next post was supposed to explain why the hell I was on an aircraft carrier this weekend and it’s coming but I got distracted this morning because my head is on boing boing.
It came from this website called “Send Me Your Head” and basically artist Karen Schmidt is painting one 3″ X 3″ portrait every day and is asking strangers to send her headshots. I sent her a fan-girl letter forever ago and I don’t remember if she responded but she must have read it because yesterday she posted this and I was all freaking out this morning and yelling at Victor that my head was on Boing Boing and he’s all “The fuck? What’s a Boing Boing?” and I’m all “It’s very hard to pretend I’m important when you don’t understand social media” and he’s all “It’s very hard to pretend you’re important when all you do is write about clown porn and dead kittens” and I’m all “Touché. BUT now I have my own painting” and he’s all “Dude. The dog has his own painting” and technically that’s true because one time Rachael Rossman painted Barnaby Jones during a fit of insomnia but that doesn’t make it any less awesome. Then I thought maybe Victor was just jealous because no one ever painted a portrait of him so I tried to draw one for him but his arms looked wrong and he was all “What the hell are you doing?! Aren’t you supposed to be working?” and I’m all “Yeah, but I’m trying to capture your arm muscles” and he’s all “You mean my guns?” and looks at me all disgusted like, “You thought you could capture the majesty of Pedro and The Fabulous Tom Collins on a stick figure?” And yeah, I did. (Pedro and The Fabulous Tom Collins are the names of his “guns”, by the way. Pedro is passionate and quick to fight but Tom Collins is even-tempered and manages to control Pedro most of the time. The whole thing is very complicated.)
PS. This is Barnaby Jones’ portrait, by the way:
He has tiny arm muscles, but they have names too: “Pinky-Doo” and “Princess Tabitha”. That’s the kind of thing that happens when you let your four-year-old name your dog’s guns.
Comment of the day: I once tried to rename our cat to “Bacon” and our lone chihuahua (at the time) to “Eggs”. Bacon and Eggs, the crime fighting duo! Bacon hated Eggs, though, so it would have never worked out because we know that in order to be Bacon, you MUST LOVE EGGS. There is no more perfect combination of food in the world, except for maybe chicken pot pies and cottage cheese. ~ Chloe