Poor Ricky

Well, you plan for things and then the unforseen happens. I was going to participate in Danny Gregory's sketchcrawl this weekend, but it's postponed due to the rainy forcast. AND, just when I was planning on spending next week missing my friends, my BEST FRIEND is coming and I will see her Monday, yipeee!

There's other stuff I wish I could tell you, but it has to do with employment and so mums the word. What I can tell you is that due to some interesting developments, that must be left vague, I've been put back into that line of hard questiong: I know my time on this planet is limited--just what the heck do I want do to with my time here? Instead of getting depressed and scared in the face of this question--which is what I usually do--I got to work. This is the best medecine. I got home last night and drew a picture.

I've been wanting to do a zine or mini book for awhile--I put it on my list of things I want to do in the next 6 months. The problem is--what's the theme? What's the subject? Then with all this talk of the past, I got this great idea to draw portraits of the heart-throbs of my youth. So VOILA! I give you: RICKY SCHRODER! He made my heart melt when I was 11 years old. I never missed an episode of Silver Spoons--even though it never once made me crack up. I was too busy FAWNING over his Izod shirts and his topsider shoes and the way--OH!--he stood hooking his thumbs in his back pocket.

Looking at the picture now, he looks like he has a horribly chapped face--like he went skiing and burned the hell out of his fair skin. Poor Ricky! Oh well, the picture isn't entirely done anyway, but since this is my last day with the beloved scanner, I thought I'd post it. It wasn't a perfect relationship anyway--all it could do was balck & white scanning. Somewhow, I don't think they were planning on vintage photos from the 70's and drawings of Ricky Schroder when they added the scanner to copy room. But still: Scanner, I salute you! Thank you for your great effort. Come back to the five and dime, my scanner, my scanner.

The departure of the scanner also signals the end of me with a constant computer, so I don't know when my next blog entry will be. It sounds like I am hitting the road or trying to shake you off in some romantic way ("you don't want to get mixed up with a blogger like me--I'm a loner. A rebel."). I wish I was doing something EXCITING like hitting the road--but I'm actually just HITTING THE PAVEMENT. I'm going back into the UNKNOWN world of temporary work, and unlike everyone else in the world, I am still too financially unstable to get internet access at home.

See you soon, I hope.