I remember where I was the day Cobain died. I was a freshman in college and had just gotten off my shift at the SUNY Albany University library. It was a beautiful April afternoon. I was walking back to the dorms – listening to my (heh) SONY Walkman (AM/FM Cassette tape, not a discman)… the news came over the radio…WPYX 106 Albany.
I stopped walking… not believing what I heard. (I’m not sure why NOT walking would make me hear better.) I got back to the dorm – it was obvious everyone heard the news . Groups of students mulling around the quad… talking, hugging, wondering why and how he’d take his own life.
Nevermind was on heavy rotation that evening… one of the few times I felt my generation had a shared experience.
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Lauren had a school science project… to study the ins and out of volcanoes. We researched everything and actually made a pretty decent paper model. Since we had a lot of flour and paint, an unlimited supply of paper and an extra Pringles can, why not the make and give a seismic, molten gift from the heart? Thankfully, the restraining order never came. It took a week to get all the flour paste out of Bob’s fur. The things you do for love.
Operation get Rachael to dig Bob kicked into full gear in 2015. Lez and I were celebrating our first Valentine’s day as a married couple. Bob, surrounded by all this love, was on a mission like never before. He decided to make a video.
February 7, 2015
February 9, 2015
This went on for two solid weeks. A TON of video was shot and re-shot and re-re-shot.
February 12, 2015
Unfortunately, all of the footage was lost after I inadvertently dropped, hit with a hammer, spilled Coke Zero on and ran over seven times the external hard drive containing the raw video. Accidents happen.
Toward the end of the year, Raquel Hicks, a super, uber Bob the Squirrel fan sent us an autographed Rachael Ray cookbook!
Raquel even included snap shots of the book signing she got this… just in case we had any doubt of the authenticity. We truly have the best fans on the planet. I didn’t let Bob know about this until…
February 13, 2016
February 15, 2016
February 16, 2016
Needless to say, Bob was in another realm this Valentine’s day. After basking in the glow of a sharpie signature for a while, he began to think of the man that held back…
February 20, 2016
He’d not imagining that. And I’m NOT a monster. A story line is a story line.
Tensions were still running high in 2017. The world was changing faster than we wanted. Nothing was ever going to be the same. The cracks on Bob’s devotion were beginning to show.
February 7, 2017
February 8, 2017
February 9, 2017
February 11, 2017
So, that’s where we are now. Basically, the same place we were twelve years ago. Do I ever see a day where tv chefs and squirrels can live in peace, love and harmony? Sure, why not? If he’s still willing to put himself out there, I’ll back him up.
But, we’re dome making volcanoes… do you know how messy they are?
See this picture? This is a picture of me on a Saturday night. But, it could just as easily be a picture of me on the other six nights. Or mornings. Or a really weird and dark afternoon. If you were standing in my backyard (hope you called first… just standing there without me knowing is trespassing) this is what you’d see.
This stuff is hard. And parts of it never get any easier.
Mechanics get easier: the prepping, the inking, the scanning…I’m damn near robotic when it comes to that. Getting to the mechanics… that the bit that never gets easier. The staring at a notebook. The premise that doesn’t fit the characters. The paralyzing fear that I’m going to plagiarize myself (also known as repeating myself). That dialog that is not good. That idea that, even with adrenaline needles stuck in it, just doesn’t want to live.
I’m not stating that to get credit or sympathy… but it’s true.
I took this picture because I wanted to see what the hard part looked like.