(Originally posted on the website Continuum…)

There are certain people that you can be “yourself” around. You can be stupid and goofy without worrying about the fact that you are being stupid and goofy. You can laugh over things which the rest of the world might label you as immature for laughing at. And you don’t give a flying flip if they do call you immature, because you and your silly friend both know that it’s the rest of the world that’s crazy, not the two of you!

I have a friend like this. Often, we exchange insane emails through the day, call each other names, respond by writing what the other person wrote – only backwards, send goofy pictures as responses. Sometimes she and I talk over the phone while we are at work. But that is dangerous! When you are sitting in the middle of a relatively quiet cube farm, it is really hard to hold the laughter in while someone is on the other end of the line making strange noises and such. The human anatomy is not designed to withstand the pressure of repressed laughter. That’s how people lose their spleens.

Here is a recent email exchange that helped this Silly Girl and I make it through an afternoon. If you have a warped sense of humor you will get a kick out of it. If not… well, go take a flying flip right off my weblog then! (Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself. And come back tomorrow.)

ME: Hey Baby, here are the pics I used for the speech. The one of us making faces is in there too. I think there are 10 or 11 pics. The speech went well. It was cool because I projected the pictures onto a giant screen in the auditorium. So there was this jumbo picture of me making a horrendous face.
SILLY GIRL: cool

ME: looc
SILLY GIRL: boof

ME: I just had an image of someone pummeling another person with a colon tied off on both ends like a balloon. Heh heh!
SILLY GIRL: ewwww sounds gross

ME: sounds like “boof”
SILLY GIRL: BOF

ME: Beasty Old Fem
SILLY GIRL: Boys Oogling Freaks

ME: Boys Obtruding Farts
SILLY GIRL: HA HA! Big Ostrich Farts

ME: Bleeding Osteo Ferosis
SILLY GIRL: Bloody Oreo Fix

ME: You win! That one’s the best! Sounds like some English chick who’s desperate for her tea and cookies!
SILLY GIRL: I’m the weiner!

(Images found at Animation Factory.)

Posted at 4:30 PM (EST)

(Originally posted on the website Continuum…)

“The Coffe Dude”

On May 1, I posted this picture and asked for some feedback on it. Here are a few of the responses about this man who has been endearingly dubbed the Coffee Dude.

Here we go…

“It is morning at the coffee shop and he is blind, showing he can do things on his own, even if they are hot.”

Next…

“He looks like someone who is pouring the coffee from sheer memory. Obviously he can’t see a damn thing, yet he continues to pour. This isn’t a long lost relative of yours is it? And please don’t tell him about Bucks Ice Cream and Espresso Bar. The place will definitely be uncool if you do.”

And then there is…

“Ya know….he must be stoned cause he has sunglasses on inside.”

Lastly, my favorite…

“Now here is a man of great character! He may look the brooding silent type, but behind those glasses is a man with a heart of gold. Anyone who can pour a mean coffee is a champion to me! Looking at the picture, my guess is that he was pouring you one for the road after seeing the Danny Godinez Band. He was thinking that his new friend, Sam, needs a quick pick-me-up before he hits the road.”

There ya have it! It’s not too late to send in your Coffee Dude story. I’ll post it on the internet and make you famous! Or, if you don’t send me a story, I just might put your cute mug on the internet and let people write about you. You know I’m just the guy to do such a thing too!

Posted at 1:30 PM (EST)

(Originally posted on the website Continuum…)

The Matisse/Picasso exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art was incredible! We have all seen so many copies and prints of paintings by these men, especially Picasso. To see the original paintings is out of this world. Some of them are very large. I was surprised at how large a few of them were. Seeing the texture of the paintings is one of the advantages of seeing them on exhibit.

I now have two prints framed and hanging above my bed. The large one on the left is Picasso’s “Girl Before a Mirror,” painted in 1932. The smaller print on the right is Matisse’s “Goldfish.” (I don’t know the date.) The Matisse is soft and soothing. The Picasso is something that may induce dreams of an erotic/horror film nature. Giant women with lopsided boobs and striped bellies will be chasing me through a psychadelic house of mirrors. As I frantically try to escape, I will probably end up knocking the thing off the wall, causing it to gash my head open at the left temple.

Or maybe not.

This exhibit was well worth the cost of tickets and the drive to Queens. It was inspiring.

Posted at 11:55 PM (EST)