We don’t know how it happened but my friend Lou Ku Kachoo got this burger with a friggin’ barcode on it. What’s next? Cheese slices with RFID tags in them?
Archive for June, 2008
The future is now
Monday, June 30th, 2008Socket
Sunday, June 29th, 2008
Socket, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.
I tried to change that socket with the droopy eyes once. When I took the wallplate off, I found a charred mouse skeleton living in there. I’d turned the power off at the breaker but had no test light. A more intelligent person, perhaps one with a father who had passed on knowledge for fixing things in a home, would have taken the dead Mickey as a sign. Lucky for me, the fire that shot out when my screwdriver touched something got through to me. I wrapped the back of the socket in electrical tape and put it right back.
It’s funny, the things in life that give me similar warnings. Like girlfriends that punch.
What’s it gonna take for me to take a hint? Death or loneliness?
If I only had a brain
Friday, June 27th, 2008
If I only had a brain, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.
This picture is what happens when I have too much free time while waiting for a meeting to start. Is it “while” or “whilst”? See? That’s the kind of stupid stuff that crawls across the big screen in the Times Square of my mind. Among the many thoughts racing through those streets:
Coming back from lunch, you see this gorgeous girl that you won’t ever sleep with anyway walking down the street, body like coiled springs, bursting, and for an instant, you picture her simple naked in a white room, draped in a bedsheet. Then you see the Marlboro menthol lights in her back pocket and the frivolous fantasy goes on it’s merry way. Nothing against smokers. Just bad memories from a past relationship.
She turns the corner. Then your friend makes a play on her 86 numbered t shirt. “That’s the kind of girl you gotta say, “Honey, you’d be perfect if you 86′ed the cigarettes.”"
High on pizza and the promise of a beautiful Saturday, we laughed as our job’s parking garage loomed ahead of us, a reminder that all was still like a gorgeous woman with cigarettes in her back pocket: complicated.
Sketch a day- On time just this once
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008So I continue to draw for my friend’s comic book. I THINK Alex is done with his master’s, so I’m not SURE why I’m still doing this, but I have to say I sort of enjoy his Monday/Tuesday emails nudging me to get going. Then Chris usually hits me up on Wednesday with a “Hey, how’s it coming along?” And honestly, it all looks pretty badass when it’s done. To me, anyway. These are a couple of my best friends in the world and making cake with them would probably feel good. So here’s rough pencils/sketches for page 29 of The Incredible Cocuyo.
Sketch a day catch up 6/2/08-6/17/08
Monday, June 16th, 2008I’ve been drawing. I swear. It’s just a pain to update things. Yes. Excuses, excuses. I’m posting pictures and poetry from my phone but I can’t take a minute or two or five or ten, however long it is, to scan and upload immediately. The phone is a neat lil thing. It is, by far, harder to type on that thing than it is to type on a keyboard. But the act of getting the visual to the intertoobs is so much easier. Snap a picture. Click the envelope icon. Enter the address. Type something witty. Hit send. Fifteen minutes later, it’s up and out. Since I do some of my sketches on paper and others on the pc, sometimes it’s just a lil tedious to upload. But. Alas. Here they are, better late than never. For like, the 2 of you who are keeping track.
The Box of Ships
Sunday, June 15th, 2008
The box of ships, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.
Girlfriend throws more
sandals next to the hamper
my sneakers are buried now.
In the back room
items in exile
are being expelled
to make room for…
lipstick, perhaps.
A synthesizer?
Boxes of tampons?
Who knows?
She does.
Behind computer power supplies
a bucket of action figures
and screwdrivers
I find a box of spaceships
model paint faded
like old toenails
sleek wings unglued
red thrusters gone pink.
One last flight
for my fleet
into the big green garbage bin.
I imagine it’s a black hole
the end of many
journeys waved out
by my arm.
Hearing the plastic
clunks and clanks
I wonder if Peter Pan
left behind
a box of spanish galleons.
All is well in sector 32
Monday, June 9th, 2008
Ignore that clock. It is not 12:04 but it’s been 4 minutes since the power came back. I’ve liveblogged the brownout and made it out ok. Apparently, there were 67 people affected and the cause was contact by an animal.
Gone baby gone
Monday, June 9th, 2008
Gone baby gone, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.
The power is out. The hard hot part of the summer that drives up air condition use and brings in brownouts isn’t even here, but… The power is out. So I find myself outside, leg raised onto a plastic table watching 4 old people saw the lock on a chained garbage bin. Why are they doing this? It’s obvious to me. See, they run a bar. But now the tv is off, the lights above the pool table are dark, and everyone is worried the beer will turn warm soon. Do they drink it before it gets tepid? Do they pray to their gods from the woods for electronic cool? Or do they go outside and cut loose that water filled, rotten fish stuffed gray city garbage bin?
Update: Man, all the wackos come out when the power is gone. Some guy just walked up to my gate saying he wanted to gift me something as he waved a little card in the air.
Rough Coral
Sunday, June 8th, 2008Coral wasn’t the kind of girl you expect to meet in Port 45 on Nebulon. You expect pretty girls there. The kind known to trick you out of your money but not in a bad way, leaving you with a great story. Coral Borsch, thin, angular, like a thing made of eating utensils and held together at their ends by magnetism, stumbled her sorry way into my life by dropping mashed potatoes in my lap.
She didn’t apologize right away and I couldn’t stay angry. In her eyes I saw a person unsurprised at another terrible hand dropped on the poker table of her life.
“You alright, hun?” I said. I stood and wiped at the mash, watching it slop and slap the floor. A cleaning unit zoomed at us, like a ray in shallow water, and sucked up everything on the galvanized metal floor.
“You need a place to stay,” she said. “You can clean up at my place.”
“I’ve got my transport, hun. And places to be.” I really did. Maybe if she had some more meat on her bones, I’d have jumped at the bit, but jumping at that bit would’ve poked me with nothing but joints pushing thin skin. Later on, after she’d lost some of her leanness, she said she thought I was playing hard to get.
“There are men looking for the box on your transport. They know of the blind eye that sees.” She undid the tie at the back of her apron. “They will be here in two minutes with the man you know as Sol. You will die.” She stopped and looked behind me Harvey and his too large hat. “He will die, too.”
Harvey stood up in the booth behind me. “You are one crazy bitch!” he said. The diners began to murmur and point. Harvey took his giant hat off.
“Lady,” I began.
“Coral. My name is Coral.” She threw her apron on the floor. The checkerboard piece of cloth landed on the cleaning unit, which took off spinning, bouncing off the feet of customers as it tried to remove the blinding fabric. She walked toward the door and I followed.
I grabbed her hand and felt its rough calluses. The blind eye told me I’d meet a rock from the sea and would know when I felt its jagged surface. A window blew out behind me. Harvey’s hat splattered red. People screamed and I fell in love with Coral Borsch.
A paintball pierced that
Thursday, June 5th, 2008
A paintball pierced that, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.I also scored 3 touchdowns in a football game wearing that shirt. That’s why it is the way it is. That frame used to hold my baby pictures. It’s probably older than I am. I wonder what we’d with things if we could grab them from the future. Would we hold on to them like we do the past? Would we frame them? Would we send them back with a note taped on that read, ” See you soon!”? -sent from my phone -listening to my stomach rumble cause I haven’t had dinner…