Three Jimmy's; pen and ink on paper (pages from a math text book, then mounted on board), 4.5 x 7.5 inches.
I found a picture of Jimmy Stewart in my pocket. It's not that unusual, really -- I print all sorts of pictures, all the time, with ideas for drawings or paintings I'll make. But I have no memory of choosing this Jimmy, and I have no idea what to do with him.
It's a closeup. It looks like a still from a movie. Black and white. He's cast in shadow, looking tortured or doubtful (is there really any difference?). His collar is up so it's cold outside. Possibly winter. He's wearing a hat, but everyone wore hats in his kind of movies.
I draw him three times in pen and ink. His face is lovely in its empathy and length. But I still don't remember anything.
A certain someone just sneezed an entire mouthful of baby food right into my face; the effect is like throwing a handful of barf against a window fan.
The other day we (me and this certain someone, who demands to be pushed and carried, like some kind of twenty-pound queen) came across the coolest flyer I've ever seen. It was taped (with big red industrial tape) to a telephone pole on the west side of Barrie Street, and it read something like ...
Shout-outs, when you get them, are very nice: here, here, here, and here.
We bought a car this week. It's a Hyundai Elantra Touring. C wants to give it a name. Fine. These are the choices I've come up with so far:
*Long* week: second edit of my book manuscript, tons of new artwork, all this car business, looking after Miss Wigglesworth. Going on a three-week vacation soon (note to the house sitters: leave my schnapps alone) to the shores of the Northumberland Strait so you won't see me here for a bit. Although I won't try so hard myself, keep your head above water in the meantime.
I found a picture of Jimmy Stewart in my pocket. It's not that unusual, really -- I print all sorts of pictures, all the time, with ideas for drawings or paintings I'll make. But I have no memory of choosing this Jimmy, and I have no idea what to do with him.
It's a closeup. It looks like a still from a movie. Black and white. He's cast in shadow, looking tortured or doubtful (is there really any difference?). His collar is up so it's cold outside. Possibly winter. He's wearing a hat, but everyone wore hats in his kind of movies.
I draw him three times in pen and ink. His face is lovely in its empathy and length. But I still don't remember anything.
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A certain someone just sneezed an entire mouthful of baby food right into my face; the effect is like throwing a handful of barf against a window fan.
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The other day we (me and this certain someone, who demands to be pushed and carried, like some kind of twenty-pound queen) came across the coolest flyer I've ever seen. It was taped (with big red industrial tape) to a telephone pole on the west side of Barrie Street, and it read something like ...
WANTEDI meant to take a picture but when I came back the next day it was gone.
Kevin, for stealing from the police.
And riding around on his scooter.
He is a menace.
$20 reward but do not try to catch his scooter, too.
That is too dangerous.
$40 reward if you capture his scooter, too.
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Shout-outs, when you get them, are very nice: here, here, here, and here.
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We bought a car this week. It's a Hyundai Elantra Touring. C wants to give it a name. Fine. These are the choices I've come up with so far:
CarAll suggestions will be gratefully accepted.
The Car
Le Car
Car Car
DJ's Fabulicious Auto Experience
Hitler
Explosion Face
Four-Door Foucault
Drives Into Ditches
Morris
Toxic Terry
The Joseph Goebbels Cruise Control Experiment
Hands Free Willy
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*Long* week: second edit of my book manuscript, tons of new artwork, all this car business, looking after Miss Wigglesworth. Going on a three-week vacation soon (note to the house sitters: leave my schnapps alone) to the shores of the Northumberland Strait so you won't see me here for a bit. Although I won't try so hard myself, keep your head above water in the meantime.
We have the same car! Mine doesn't have a name either, and it's nearing 2 years old and that depresses me.
ReplyDeleteOur Hyundai Accent was named Miss Bruce. It was the fiercest bitch in the world. Beep beep. Holler.
Such a gay-assed car.
But the Elantra deserves better. Once I can come up with a name for mine, I'll help you with yours.
(PS- I had an 89 Chevy Celebrity in grad school named Frau Bleu. She was a thick old gal)
(PPS- I've only had 3 cars)
I would call your car "Bubba".
ReplyDeletei found nothing in my pocket :((
ReplyDeleteI would call your car James Maitland "Jimmy" Stewart.
ReplyDeleteI think all cars are girls. Hence, my metal friend 'Nanna'
ReplyDeleteWell, she's 'Nanna' cos of the pensioner beige interior, but I don't like to bring that up often
I'm concerned about the WW2 names. I mean, if you're going down that route, it's gotta be 'Eva' surely?
Have a great holiday
Someone recently asked me what movie star I would want to kiss if I could.
ReplyDeleteI chose Jimmy Stewart.
As for your car name..I just reached over and did a random point from Doris Lessing.
I chose Maureen.
Like the Jimmys. Has he ever played a really really evil role? Perhaps one where he tears around on a scooter, collar turned up, stealing from the police.
ReplyDeleteApparently he played one bad guy role. (I had to look it up.) He was the killer in After the Thin Man.
ReplyDeleteWe bought a Hyundai four years ago and love love love it. Best car ever except for that dern front lights going out all the time. We have one of those high powered V-6 Sonota's that was clocked at 146 MPH on the Chicago Loop - lol. Love the poster. Guess the scooter guy got there before you.
ReplyDeletethe second is my favorite for sure. awesome.
ReplyDeleteI vote Explosion Face. It's edgy.
ReplyDeleteLike your Jimmys, and that Wanted notice is hilarious! Old lady with a tearaway grandson? Poor dear...