Diet Pepsi
September 9, 2011
Does anyone else remember this? I still love it
Hail, Hail, Euphoria
December 12, 2010

I liked this book, it is obvious that Blount Jr. really loves the Marx Brothers, as do I. This, if you hadn’t guessed, is an in depth look at the film Duck Soup and stories about the people involved in its production, namely the Marx Brothers (Groucho, Chicko, Harpo and Zeppo). I found this book entertaining for the most part. I wasn’t as big of a fan of some of the long tangents Blount Jr. made about the non-Brothers people involved. But it kept me interested the whole time. I do think that as a reader you ether have to be a fan of the Marx Brothers or you need to watch Duck Soup before you read it.
“You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.”
-Gummo Marx (the only of the brothers not in Duck Soup)


Knit a Snail, its fun!
December 11, 2010

Hi all. I just got done knitting a snail from a pattern in the book Amigurumi Knits by Hansi Singh. If you are into knitting and are board with hats scarves and socks this is a book that you need to look into. Singh does a good job instructing you on how to build a wide variety of plants and animals including a praying mantis, peas in a pod, an octopus and even a jackalope.
El Paso by Marty Robbins
December 4, 2010

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.
…
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing’s worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can’t let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I’m getting weary,
Unable to ride.
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen,
Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.
New Website
September 25, 2010
Hey world. I just got through making a new website. It is for my art and other acts of personal expression. Please visit it if you have a chance. Thanks
















