The Importance of Star Wars
This is just one of many conversations I look forward to having with my kid.
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs, Rolls over your neighbor's dog? What's great for a snack and fits on your back? It's Blog, Blog, Blog! It's Blo-og, Blo-og, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood. It's Blo-og, Blo-og, it's better than bad, it's good! Everyone wants a Blog! You're gonna love it, Blog! Come on and get your Blog! Everyone needs a Blog!
This is just one of many conversations I look forward to having with my kid.
OK, that's probably not the best (or even accurate) description of what's going on in my house right now, but it feels that way. In an effort to make room for The Dude, we started wandering around the house filling bags with clothes and linens and things and the attention has turned to something that has been ignored for far too long.
Since I imagine no one has come through here in the past year, I might as well mention the fact that I am now what you would call an "expectant father." And I EXPECT my kid to be badass, lest he be traded in for more comics and a bigger TV.
So, back in 1991 (I'm pretty sure, but my memory of said years is spotty at best) one of our class projects was to create a media project of a poem. It could be a picture book or whatever, but because I was an overachiever when it came to anything non-study related, we decided to go big.
So Gallery 1988 in Hollywood had an awesome show run recently that featured various prints and paintings of cult films called Crazy 4 Cult. We went the day after it opened and they were already sold out of a ton of things but we managed to score a handful of super-sweet artwork.