It is Okay – Chickens –

I totally forgot to drop you guys a line yesterday to let you know that this is an off week for all of us here at the bumperblog. The chips are stacked a bit too big against us for this week – so – instead of shoveling crummy posts into your wheel barrow – for you to take home to ma and pa – we decided to take a marker and cross out this week.

Weight is off of our shoulders – until Sunday – when the anticipation builds . . . for another exciting week.

See ya then.

– n.bumps

Friday Photo [#50] – Hoot Bird

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I have to wonder – who is that Hoot Bird?!

I also have to tell you that I didn’t put him there . . .

Alphaville

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Scott Teplin\'s \

My pal Scott Teplin is showing is work at:

ADAM BAUMGOLD GALLERY
74 EAST 79th STREET NEW YORK, NY 10075
PHONE: 212-861-7338 FAX: 212-288-1261
HOURS: TUES – SAT11-5:30

Here are a couple of words from the press release:

The exhibition features meticulously rendered pen and ink and watercolor drawings of fantastical rooms in which odd scale shifts, implausible situations, and strange juxtapositions of furnishings are the norm, as well as a series of artist’s drawn book

The opening is tonight – Thursday, May 1 from 6-8 p.m. – so you should just have enough time to hop onto a plane, get into town and get yourself settled before getting all gussied up to go to the big show!

Tongue on Tooth

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So – in preparation for my awesome gold hat that is currently being built for my tooth – there is a temporary little tooth curmudgeon that has taken up roost – and I can’t stand it even a little bit.

It is a rough and misshapen lump of miserable that just sits in the back of my mouth and screams for my tongue to run back there and fiddle with it all of the live long day. I mean – and not to spread out my dirty laundry for every one to see here – but my tongue has become totally and unnaturally obsessed with this intruder – and I for one – can not wait for it to skedaddle.

The lump – not my tongue.

I was even told – by the dentist – no less – that I am not allowed to brush the temporary – which I suppose means cutting out my almost military style flossing regimen as well . . . but then what happens to all of those teeth that were unlucky enough to be the neighbors of that ill little development – what are they supposed to do?

Hopefully all of this “torture” is going to be worth it for all of the fun and excitement that the new and improved goldness will be bringing. Or – maybe – it is just a sign of the times that lie ahead – none too well hidden in the grass – constantly ready willing and able to pull my poor dumb tongue away from it’s one true destiny.

Whatever creepy weird – and potentially gross fate that may be . . .

The Dentist Again?!

Oh boy – Horatio . . .

Did you know that I went to the dentist a couple of weeks ago – and I was crowing because it was only a seven minute walk from the newest hide-out – and I was giddy because this dentist was all like checking the alignment of my jaw and measuring my gums with a tiny ruler type of thing and stuff – and is the second dentist in a row to say the words “perfect teeth” while scratching around my mouth??

Did you know any of that – or did I forget to tell you? Because as far as I can tell – it is all true.

The only hitch is that I get (have) to go back – in five measly hours – because evidently – even though my pearly whites are pearly perfect . . . my wild and sugary childhood has set me up for a bit of digging – tooth digging that is.

You see – I have a couple of fillings from back in the day – when I drank Coke from a baby bottle (what – I’m from middle Georgia – I got off pretty easy with the baby-cola thing . . .) – and those fillings are failures that have got to go. One is just going to be another filling (how totally boring is that??) – while the other – and make sure that you are sitting down when I tell you this . . . is going to get a crown . . .

A solid gold (maybe) crown!

I am super-pretty-moderately excited to get a little flash in my molars – and seriously can’t wait until I get to go to the club (that I always go to) and show it off.

You just can’t buy that kind of street cred . . . but I guess I just did!!

(I will update you during my rehab time – because I am sure that this will put me down for several days . . .)