TIME TRAVEL IN A DOMESTIC CAR
I hope this blog hasn’t felt like too much of a copout lately. I hadn’t done one of these blackout poems in months, and then I got thousands (literally! thousands!) of visits from a few mentions and reading people’s comments (some of which are really hilarious) made me interested in doing them again. I love how on the internet you have no control over what you are. If somebody sees your poems, you’re a poet. If somebody sees your comics, you’re a cartoonist.
I am whatever you say I am. I think a famous poet said that once…
Oh wait: that was Eminem.
Ah, well.
THE OLD EMPHASIS ON CAPTURE
THE BEST MAN ROCKS OUT
I just had to post this: my best man and best friend, Corey Gillen, playing drums behind Gran Bel Fisher on Jimmy Kimmel Live! (I love the fact that they were on with Billy Ray Cyrus…)
THE WEEKEND CLEANER
meg thought this was scandalous
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