A Sticky Situation

Boy! There is just nothing like a shower to make you feel all kinds of clean.

But today’s episode of washing had the potential (right off the bat) to go all kinds of awry – as there was no soap to be found. And you had best better believe me – I looked (and looked).

I can tell that you are all at the edges of your seats wondering what I possibly did to overcome such peril. Well I just leaned over, grabbed a bottle and used shampoo. I now have extra bounce, tons of body and a shiny coat like you wouldn’t believe (on my toes even).
Looking back, I suppose that it did turn out better than the time when I ended up having to use Peanut Butter . . .

Now That – was a sticky situation.

Glad that I got all of that off of my chest.

The Peanut Butter that is.

Did I mention that it was crunchy?!

This is my cousin.

I made this little logo – with that little guy for my cousin for his birthday. The timing was nifty – because drawing him (and yes indeedy – it looks a lot like him) coincided with a freelance project that I just finished where I had to draw a few people (including the owner of the company that the project was for).

Anyway – there he is – that little birthday boy – who is evidently “naughty.” Or at least that is how he is currently advertised.

uggle – uggle – uggle –

This little blog type thing is experiencing a seriously rough week . . .

The camera that is used for the Friday photos has run out of juice (and by juice – I mean power) – and the charging mechanism is hiding far far away. I only know that it is hiding far far away – because it sent a postcard. It is in Aruba.

There are also no more ant comics . . . which is something that should be clarified – before you start jumping up and down for joy at the end of my (current) two best (drawn) friends. What I mean is that there aren’t any more scanned into the computer . . . but fear not – because I am staring at a pile (yes – feel the shudder) of notebooks that are chock to the brim with more and more little funnies . . . but now I have to figure out when they are going to get into the computer – and if I can trick them into doing that themselves.

The last thing is that the computer that comes with me on the train (the computer whose battery lasts about 4 minutes if it isn’t plugged in) has experienced it’s very own little plug problem. It has disappeared as well. So last night when I got onto the train – to start on my merry typing way . . . there was nothing staring back at me – but a blank monitor. I decided that my best bet was going to be to just run with the situation – and type out a couple of stories – and so I did – and they were hilarious – and they aren’t real – because the computer wasn’t turned on . . . kind of like how I will sometimes take my phone out of my pocket and have pretend conversations when I want to get out of potentially awkward social situations that I foresee myself getting entangled in (yes – I really do that).

So – now – you end up with this – a post about why I have a lack of posts.

Friday Photo [#19]

[Old Story #1]

My Meeting With Barry

There was this one day – when I was walking home from working in the yard of all yards. I made a stop at the pill and convenience store on the corner of road and drive – where I picked up a lunch/breakfast/snack of a 20 oz. Mountain Dew and a “Big Grab” of “Spicier Nacho Doritos” – and hold onto your booties kids – because we are just getting started here.

After leaving the store (with my goods in tow) I was approached in most frightful ways by some of the neighborhood dogs – one was a big ol’ and mean ol’ rottweiler (who was without gate). They would do that run up to the edge of their property (like they even pay any sort of rent) all full of bluster and barking and making a show. I would just not even look at them – wouldn’t even give them the pleasure (plus somewhere in my head – a voice told me that as long as I didn’t look in their direction or speed up or eat a chip – then all would be okay).

I was dirt and tired gloom – but as I passed the outer skirts of dog-land – trudge trudge trudge – I knew that there was the possibility of one more test in front of me. So I started to expect another dog (a chow) on the corner. And – I should point out that it has been my experience that sometimes . . . chows like to eat people. If you just look in their odd teddy bear fluff dog eyes. . . you will see what I talking about.

Anyway no dog – so safe – safe home – home.

As I went over the crest of the flat road, I noticed that there was a guy on the other side of the street – about a hundred yards or so away. After a quick mental note was made that there was about to be another human in my vicinity – not another thought came into my head – but more chips did – yum! Then it happened – right when we were across the street from each other:

[B=Barry and M=Me]

B: HEY . . .
M: huh?!
B: Said hey
M: Uhrm – oh – hey
B: What you drinkin’
M: Huh?!
B: What you drinkin’ there?
M: Oh – drinking – uhm . . . just some mountain dew.

**pause**

B: Let me get a sip of that . . .
M: Noooooo
B: Whats that? I’m just like you – and I need something to drink . . .
M: Uhm . . . No I – uhm . . . can’t . . .

And we are still across the street from each other – keep that in mind . . .

B: Whats the matter . . . you sick or something?
M: No – well – ah . . . my – It’s just that my doctor told me that I can’t let people drink after me . . .
B: Whats the matter . . . you sick or something?
M: No – well – ah . . . my – It’s just that my doctor told me that I can’t let people drink after me . . .
B: (Even from across the street kind of looking nervous at this point – just a tiny bit – at least.) You got some disease or something??
M: (Acting kind of ashamed-ish and weird) Noooo – no . . . not any disease – – it’s just this problem – it’s uhrm . . .

**pause**

M: It’s this . . . upper-respiratory thing . . .

After a few ticks on the clock (seconds and stuff)

B: Well can I get fifty cent so that I can get something to drink?
M: Oh – yeah sure – I think that I have (end up pulling seventy-five cents out of my pocket!) – ooh yeah – I have seventy-five.

And then I stand there with the money in my hand – with him still standing across the street . . .

M:Well?! Here it is – come get it . . .

There was no – no – no way that I was going to cart his money all the way to his side of the street . . .

B: Oh – thanks (and then he comes over to my side of the street)
M: So what is your name anyway?!
B: Barry –
M: Well Barry – my name is Nat – and I live over that-a-way – down there a bit. Uhm . . . it was nice to meet you . . . (and then we exchange a kind of weak weak “pound” type of thing)

Then Barry started to walk down the street – (back back) from the way that I came . . .

B: (He turned back towards me – only a few feet away at this point) Hey man . . . you take care of yourself with that . . .
M: ahrm . . . thanks Barry – – thanks a lot. I will.

And then we parted ways. My favorite part of the whole exchange was that at a couple of points – – I managed to throw in some little **cough coughs** – – to I guess push forth the whole “upper-respiratory problem” that I was having . . .

That was the last time that I ever saw Barry. But I can’t help but think that if Id see him again – it might just spoil things (a bit). Fare thee well – friend Barry – and may your upper-respiratory system always find good health!