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The Lady In Red (A Google-Search Gal That Inspired)
Posted on February 11, 2015 Leave a Comment
Those Mad Men minxes are all such delicate flowers (okay well maybe not Christina Hendricks, but …) No, ya know WHAT? Even SHE (crazy-sexy, gorgeous, towering inferno though she is) still has that delicate flower quality. YOU know what I’m talking about– she’s the “I never try too hard” girl. THAT’S what I mean by “delicate flower.” Dress size actually has very little to do with it. Even if I were a size zero I wouldn’t be a “delicate flower.”
When Daddy Wuddn’t There, The Coca-Cola Alweez Wuzz
Posted on September 2, 2014 Leave a Comment
Technically the blog police should arrest me for posting this drawing on here. I’m sorry- What was that? “No such thing as the blog police,” you say? (Long, knowing chuckle) Oh, trust me. There’s a blog police. On the bloody, bloggy streets of BlogTown we call ’em ‘BLOG NARCS.’ Or occasionally just BLARCS. Drawn from a […]
Binders Full Of Women! (The Mother I Secretly Wanted, 60609)
Posted on September 1, 2014 Leave a Comment
Drawing was my coping mechanism for feeling so socially awkward & shy. Later I discovered performing as a different KIND of coping mechanism. But drawing came first. I drew & drew & drew.
To borrow a phrase from my pal Mitt Romney, I drew “BINDERS FULL OF WOMEN!”
Cinemax’s “The Knick” In SubConscious Syndication: (& Clive Owen Is Always Welcome In My Bed-R.E.M.)
Posted on August 26, 2014 Leave a Comment
Holy instant syndication! I’d just watched this scene from The Knick on Cinemax right before bed. And here it was again! In my dream! (Luckily, it’s an amazing show).
And Clive Owen is always welcome in my bed-REM.
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