laugh…

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those of you that know me in real life know that i can be quick with a one-liner… i’m almost as quick with a two-liner… and when pushed hard enough, i can knock out a three-liner.  the scientific name for this is Wiseissicus Assicius i’m not sure when i was first classified as this…probably somewhere between puberty and my freshman year of college.  i have a tendency to drop these lines at the least opportune moment.  sometimes they act as a great diffuser… sometimes they cause things to explode.  either way, someone laughs… even if it’s just my laughter.

you gotta laugh… because crying uses too much kleenex and i’m too cheap to buy any.

thinking…

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a few weeks back, i did a special commission for a good friend.  the commission was for his father-in-law, who had a few setbacks health wise but retained his sense of humor and love of life.  it was supposed to be a christmas present…unfortunately, he had a severe stroke on christmas eve… and passed away not long after that.  he never got to see what i did.  my friend posted the following on facebook yesterday:talk about feeling good and bad at the same time.  just goes to show how you never really know the type of impact your actions, or in this case the work i  produce, will have.

in the box…

i never think of the panel in two dimensions… always in three.  sometimes that makes it hard… considering the outwardly apparent lack of real estate to work with.  sometimes limitations are an asset… making less work more…

there’s clutter and then there’s clutter…

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i tend to keep things.  i have become very adept at not only building shelves, but finding space to put those shelves in.  in fact, if i could build a shelf within a shelf i think i might just possibly maybe have enough room for everything… no extra space for future things, just room enough for the clutter that i have.

there are days where the clutter is comforting to me… like insulation from the cold, cruel world.  and there are those other days where i want to call the “AMERICAN PICKERS” guys to back their van into my driveway and rob me blind.  but, even in an empty house, i’d manage to establish a few clutter piles and clutter shelves…pretty soon, i’ll have to figure out how to build shelves on the ceiling…