I noticed the last time I updated this was a year ago. And so much has been going on that I feel like not updating this is a missed opportunity into the deep insights of my life. Like, for example, all of the purchases that I regret and my newly developed interest in Arby’s.
For example, see this pensive contemplation:
And I stand by that statement with the following:
In an effort to keep the dream of dreamlessness alive and not waste the money that WordPress charges me per year, please be sure to keep an eye on beloved You Life because I have an entire photo album dedicated to leftover chicken fingers I’ve found in my purse along with a recent fascination with Roy Roger’s “fixin’s bar” at rest stops on the way to the Poconos to share with yinz.
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My friend Shawn (he did a guest post on robots) has the coolest dog in the world. He’s a miniature Pinscher named Vader. I absolutely love this little dog:
Players gonna play
He is a lady killer and a total pimp. His yips are as iconic in our group of friends as Andy Warhol’s soup can. He charms even the hardest of hearts; he’ll eat the largest of Baconators®.
He seduces the most curmudgeonly of souls
So, as a birthday gift for Shawn I decided to draw the portrait in Titanic the way it was meant to be drawn. While many might view the supple naked body of a young Kate Winslet to be beyond improvements…I saw an area in which it was lacking. It was completely absent of Vader.
I rectified that problem:
Draw me like one of your French Vaders. Wearing this. Wearing ONLY this.