And Bosco was his name-o

Still no repaired camera. Barbie and I have been forced to take photos with the iPhone.

Semi-met this dog today while he waited for his girl to come back. Whenever I see dogs tied up like this outside businesses, I don’t approach them. I just park near them and wait for a while to make sure someone’s coming back for them before I sound the alarm to the dog rescuers I know.

Long before I saw his girl heading his way, he did; that tail began wagging like crazy, and that’s when I heard her call his name. He was a very well behaved and patient boy.

Draw Something Looks At Advertising

Another chance to mock be dazzled by my Draw Something efforts–this time, featuring the wonderful world of advertising.

Seems appropriate to kick it off with this:

Sometimes it’s the packaging, but sometimes it’s the pop culture connection:

With a classic, I can keep it clean and simple.

Then again, sometimes I take the long way to get there.

One of my favorites. I didn’t need the product, but it was fun to draw.

Look at her dilated pupils. There’s a reason she keeps Visine handy.

If it’d been Maxell, I could have drawn the man being blown back by his speakers.

A good slogan is always helpful.

But sometimes I get the slogan and the product name confused.

And sometimes I can remember the commercial but not the product name.

But no matter what, I keep going and going and going…

Favorite Five

It’s migraine time again, which means a lot of drugs and sleeping. Even conscious, it’s hard to put coherent thoughts together–certainly not enough to write a blog post. I did recently transfer a big batch of cell phone photos to my computer. Here are five of my favorites.

5. Kid’s got mad style. Spotted in the Apple store.

4. Murals on windows in Galveston. If you squint, you can still see evidence of Ike’s water line on that particular building.

3. No way!

2. Zen and the art of buying new tires.

1. Everything you need for a good time. Toys, crayons, funny kid, book with pigs. Liquor optional.

Beware!


March 15: the day it’s acceptable to give friends or rivals named Brutus and Cassius the stink eye. Dogs and cats with those names, however, are exempt.

Because I once had a dog named Brutus.

He never brandished anything more dangerous than a rawhide.

My sister also had a Brutus. But he feared my mighty sword too much to come at me with a dagger.

Random

When I was getting the guest room (a/k/a The Lisa Suite) ready for Debby’s visit, I realized that the Top Models’ dressing rooms had become little more than junk rooms. With only a little effort, I staged a couple of tableaus to amuse myself.

First, y’all remember The Opposite of Math, who I introduced to you back in 2011 after styling them for a Rolling Stone cover, right?

Apparently, they’ve been on tour or something since. But the contents of their axe room have doubled:

Some of those came with dolls, and some I bought, but weirdly, I also keep finding them in the most random places. I think little kids have them in their hands while their parents are shopping and drop them or put them down.

Then there was this moment. What’s more surprising? That Tim Gunn digs a man in uniform or that GI Joe’s into fashion?