Junkmail Toys

I don't have anything to write here that's not simultaneously boring and depressing… But the good news is as I was writing this my doctor called and confirmed an appointment tomorrow morning to deal with it. So anyway… enjoy the monsters.

Alligator Rescue

So this is a speed doodle and painting that I did based on a dream that Nefarious had about an alligator that fell out of a tire swing, broke his leg, and had a tow truck take him to the animal hospital. Just a fast fun weekend project…

How old am I now, four years?

This painting will probably get finished tomorrow. It's just for fun so I'm blasting it out quickly. If I can I want to do some framing tomorrow, but I think I might wait until later in the week because I need to clear out my garage, which would give me space to cut up some wood… I have so many unframed paintings and even a simple frame makes things look so much nicer.

I am "rated R for brutal violence"

It's a pretty goofy picture of me so don't make fun of my bug-eyed expression, but if you want to see where we're at with the tattoo you can click through. It'll look more pronounced in a week when it's healed and the shading is more apparent. I have to get a very scarred old tattoo hit with a laser before we move on to my sleeve — if anyone wants to suggest a cheap but effective place in Toronto for removal, drop me a line.

By Shane Faulkner, King of Fools, Toronto, based on artwork from Tom of Finland and BME/HARD.

Other than that, Nefarious told me she had a dream last night about an alligator getting pulled to the vet by a towtruck — the alligator fell out of his tire swing and broke his leg… So we primed a canvas and after her nap I think we'll paint that.

It's a boy!

So as I'm heading off to get tattooed, I got a text message from a 519 phone number. All day long I was convinced it was a wrong number, and I wasn't sure if I should message back with that… Anyway, when I got home, I was reminded that I do know some pregnant folks in 519 (click through to congratulate).

Yeah, I don't get a lot of text messages.

And I got a really crumpled up postcard in the mail yesterday… You can click it to find out how it got crumpled. I have to admit that I'm kind of curious who sends me these anonymous cards from BC. I'm thinking it's a very scary lumberjack dude with effeminate handwriting…

Well, off to the park shortly!