The Summer So Far...

I gots the pre-San Diego Comic Convention jitters. SO here are a few calming, captured thoughts and memories from the Summer thus far...


Atmospherics: I called this one, "Cloud Wedgie".


Having something to look at when enduring a bout of insomnia: after a third attempt at sleep, I gave up and went to watch the sunrise on the Gold Coast.


Readying for the arrival of our Mutant Overlords. Their intergalactic vehicle can impact right...about...There! Right on top of Wrigley Field. I won't miss it!

Kitten lovin'!


Looking up through an open sun-roof.


Sudden, violent, wonderful napping!


Not having to wait 17 years to live it up.


Rubbing out a good sketch at a signing. Drawing out a good sketch, I mean.



The Ever-bustling Cityscape: I like keeping to the quiet of parallel side streets rather than the noisy, traffic laden avenues. So sometimes when I turn corners I'm confronted with surprises. This crane (nothing new) causes interest in normally unnoticed features in the hood.


Wishing that I had a Cello handy, and being really good at playing.


Hitting the Wine Bar wid dah Ladies!


In the Volvo, tear-assing down the Coast of Chevanston (Chicago/Evanston).


The g's...THE G'S! (grunt)




Dogsitting Dexter: there's no impromptu dog-toy too daunting. Even this Bigby Plushie.

Or no approach to familiarizing with said impromptu toy too inappropriate.

What a good pup!


Atmosphere: a wake, cut by the tower I call home, through a rolling bank of fog off the lake...


I'll see you all in San Diego!
h.e.

If That Hound Kills Another One Of My Chickens...

About all I can say of Lincoln Park is that I live there. Wicker Park is much more my kind of place; a little dicey around the edges, beaucoup activity, charm, loads of great looking women who seem to appreciate my appreciation of them, and it's a world away from Lincoln Park.
L.P. is fine if you're 20something and a pack-runner, or in your 50's and mega-wealthy (the apartment overlooks the Pritzker's 40 Million dollar mansion-to-be)
That said...in the rarest of instances, like today, there'll be a woman that sets herself at considerable apartness from the caliber of oat-sowing girls that L.P. has an overabundance of. To this young woman I'd like to give thanks; also,thanks to God, thanks to Nature, thanks to the Culture of Fitness. Thanks to the sling-back espadrilles with the 2.5 inch wedge; thanks to the designer, mid-thigh denim skirt. Thanks to being a hard-wired heterosexual. Thanks to the Sun for being just west of it's Noon azimuth, so the light was indirect and gave her well-toned stems such a dazzling outline. Also, many, many thanks to Her as she noticed me and struck this KILLER stance as I got closer (left foot just a bit out front, toe pointed out, hand on hip). That KILLED me!
I had just walked out of Breadsmith on Wells. I had two of their AWESOME large sugar cookies clutched in a bag. When I got home, I found that I had dented both of them.

"Is It OK If The HISTORY Channel Gives Me Wood?"

Hell yes! But only if it's during "DOGFIGHTS".
To hell with NASCAR, NBA, MLB and ESPN! This is the stuff! The knife's edge of geopolitical meltdown. In 2005, when I saw the first 2 hour pilot (no pun) for this show I was a happy man. Now these guys are topping themselves with famous dogfights recreated in cgi for a second season. I've heard USAF Pilot Parr's description of his incredible tangle with 16 MiG-15s at treetop level before; but seeing it recreated in Lightwave... I hit the ceiling!
MORE, MORE!
Will we see some furballs from other combative nations? India/Pakistan has some spectacular aerial combat history. Will we see Albert Ball's last fight?
Kobayashi's kills over China? Hmmm...

Heh-heh, Hey! Fuck You, America!

OK, so it's not the most mature behavior to have been sticking my fingers in my ears and going, "La La La La!" for the last 7 years to screen out the deeds of the current Administration. But I have to watch my blood pressure, so exercise, diet and curbing my rage is prescribed.
Of course, just as I let my guard down, some bit of news will reach me. Like yesterday, I heard about George Bush's Presidential move to commute Scooter Libby's sentence. I spent 45 minutes on a power-walk to get over THAT one.
God Bless America (5th best in quality of life on the planet).