Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Hittin' the bricks
Art and surfing are hard when it'sWerkplaz day to evening.
Same dookie, different day.
Another day, another dollar.
Tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents.
A dollar doesn't buy you what it once did.
A day late and a dollar short.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
The Penis. The Dollar. The Lie.
: 4:47 PM I'm doing that, too, on Thursday (& Friday...?)
Good luck in there, pd. Any chance of us seeing any relic scraps sometime?
: 4:05 PM Links to this post:
7 Comments:
Oh Capt'n, how'd you know what I was thinking. Yes, this eve on the 2 train--a wall street line--I was lamenting the dollar a day thing. The same rant (minus the penis). But tomorrow is a studio day and happiness will return, if fleeting.
By , at
4:47 PM
Yay! Fleeting happiness at the studio!
I'm doing that, too, on Thursday (& Friday...?)
Good luck in there, pd. Any chance of us seeing any relic scraps sometime?
By 
The Capt'n, at
9:34 AM
Capt'n, I am back from the shack and feelin' exhausted. But it's that good exhausted--you know? The kind that makes you a little giddy inside. I need to find my little camera and post a few relics. I am having a show soon, but it is in these parts. Hope you had a good day at the studio! I wanna see more of your stuff too.
By , at
4:05 PM
P.S. Hello to Seamonkee and Dick Blew.
By , at
4:06 PM
Hi sweet excellent pd!
By Juliana Snapper, at
9:07 PM
Wow Dick, what a lovely greeting. You are too kind.
By , at
5:14 AM
I wish I could draw like the drawer of Hercules in the Haunted World.
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