Wednesday, March 31, 2010

words to the song Buffalo by Dingo D.


I got a dog his name is Buffalo
I got a dog his name is Buffalo
I got a dog his name is Buffalo, that's what we named him...
My dog had 67 puppies
My dog had 67 puppies
My dog had 67 puppies, weerd cuz he's a boy dog...

Oh my little Buffalo went barkin down the corner after two gals in an argumant over a maaaan's heart.

Used to know a farmer with a dog named Bingo
Used to know a farmer with a dog named Bingo
Used to know a farmer with a dog named Bingo, Buffalo kicked his ass...
My dog lost his job at Taco Bell
My dog lost his job at Taco Bell
My dog lost his job at Taco Bell, they caught him in the Salsa,

Oh my little Buffalo went barkin down the corner after two gals in an argumant over a maaaan's heart.

My dog gets a check from the government
My dog gets a check from the government
My dog gets a check from the government, he has cash but no pockets!
My dog ate a dirty old gym sock
My dog ate a dirty old gym sock
My dog ate a dirty old gym sock, we pulled it from his ass hole!

Oh my little Buffalo went barkin down the corner after two gals in an argumant over a maaaan's heart.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

painting foibles

Oh my goodness we have to paint over our murals to rent the room out!

Olive is so....oral.

Everything written here is about seeing clearly...haha I didn't see this commin...yes I did.

So my dear friend Jay spied on my blog here that I had had an ill fated dumpster mission.
I mention that I needed Egg Shell White but only found bathroom colors.

Darned if the nice fella didn't drop in on me yesterday with a full, freshly dumpstered can of Egg Shell White latex paint.
Thank you so much old friend that made my day.

In the end we rented out the livingroom as a bedroom and this little bedroom is now gonna be the livingroom. In other words we didn't have to paint over all this stuff after all.
At least I had fun watching Olive paint.

We have a room mate!

...and we got to know each other by making faces, telling life stories and making snowflakes.






Monday, March 15, 2010

Spring flowers need more soil.


I was dumpstering building materials and thought I hit a jack pot. It seemed that I found a 5 gallon bucket half full of white paint.
When I got done lugging that uncomfortable thing home I found it was a nauseating bathroom aqua-marine color.
The landlord won't want that color we need eeg shell white.

I was looking for paint to cover the murals we done all over the apartment.
Art and magic painted all over makes passing a wall more pleasant and purposeful.
I was hoping that if we get a call to move into a big house then we could be ready.
We need room to grow.
We already covered most of the murals nicely; if we split we want her happy she met us.
Olive Rootbeer did hit the jackpot when she scored 7 cinder blocks and some wood planks from a free pile. She drove us in a car and I held onto the wood with my hand...it was an adventure.

HEY KID GET CHER NOGGIN OUT OF MY SHOT!

Thank you Chris for wearing the monkey suit yesterday.
We had word that we would have weather on our side on Sunday but that never happened.
It was overcast and cold but we had an off duty boyscout with us who was a barrel of monkeys.

I can always tell when I need a mustache trim because in photos it looks like I have no teeth.

The street tactic is tenacity...we are always on, always looking , always hunting...and making balloons.

I hope my son grows up to be this cool.

See no evil, Speak no evil, Hear no traffic cone.

I need a digital camera so I don't have to keep using a laptop.

My Dino friend just found out how much we are making....don't worry old friend the season just started. in two months we will be loaded and able to buy three dino puppets if we want.

But for now (like every year at this time)we wait.

I'm watching my son sleep.

Inside me I have a stoked furnace and blood red eyes that are ready to open and devour anything or anyone thretening my chidds.
I really wish I could dive into the future and find all the shadows that will keep him up at night.
When I was little I was perfectly haunted by the night world. Eventually I learned that the dark is a friend and much more safe. Not being a target is the clue I got from nature...I slept on the floor with a dummy Dingo under the bed covers.
I wish I could conquer his demons...it makes me so sad that I can't.
Learning how to slay dragons (and how not to slay them) could get him killed.
Not learning WILL get him killed.
While he is small I am Superman to him.I do fuck up all his demons when he is with me.I'm so proud of him.
When he is with his Mom I just have to trust her.
Lucky for all of us his Mom has a perfect track record.
His Mom rocks for him. As far as his babysitters and room mates (in a way)he is on his own. It's the mammal's birthright to have short stints alone or with others.
We all were on our own when parents left it's the price we pay to be children.
For better or worse there are many wolves in sheeps clothing, many diamonds in the rough, many personality changes as soon as parent leaves.
I just wish I could rock for him more.
He isn't fragile by any stretch...as soon as he could walk, he walked into a nest where a dog had just had puppies oooh he got bit.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Rock Star Practice for Bruce Angus

Here are some of the "Celebrated Rubber Chickens Of Dingo the Clown".

We are ready to pretend to be artists!!!20th&Hawthorne, ya can't miss us in the five pointed intersection. Olive and I have balloons, a concession stand, and the building is really bike friendly and full of cool exhibits. It's a two day event so we are toying around with the idea of putting on a side show on Sunday.
I will have my tall bike...and I'm wearing TIGHT pants with a low waist so all the traffic BEHIND me get to see sweet Texican ASS!
Here is some of the chicken paintings I will be hawking this weekend.


THE FOUR CHICKENS OF THE EPOXYCLIPS.

THE PAIGE OF BIRDS (tarot card)

ICE AGE CHICKENS SLAUGHTERED AT THE LAND BRIDGE (or "why there are no native rubber chickens")

KONG IN BLUE.


I love how the word "Paintings" sounds like "Droppings".

Like what we do? Here is our virtual tip jar

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Painting a crucifixion of a rubber chicken.

I didn't make a lot of cash this week, my bills are really high but for some reason I'm not too broke up about it.

I can't complain...my prospects are nowhere near as bleak as they would be in Texas.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Olive's mom's 40th birthday was spent Paintballing!


tag me in the ass i dare ya!

MUG!

JAZZ FEET!

HAAAY! it's hard to make out in combat.

smelling fear

Her MOms gotziz a granade!!!!!!!!

AND CUPCAKES!!!!!

Spooky as the little balls whizzz by or explode on yer noggin.

You gotta wear goggles because those things will put an eye out.

Um Rootbeer....I'm pretty sure we are on opposite teams so we should ...Y'know....split up and try to shoot each other..






I soon got disenfranchised with the Sandy citystate army. I left the group.


I wondered off to form my own new country.

Before leaving...I used my position (at the snack table)my clown skills and my considerable skills as a military tactician to summon a small band of guerrillas.
Meet Generalisimo Dingozian.

Meet the "Cascadian free muskrat surgical strike force pony league" to my left "Sump-pumper" and to my right "Oreo".

I was so pleased to have a crew of such eager human shields...ooops I mean compatriots. They negotiated with spray and pray tactics as well as play and play tactics.

Without any gross national product our little country quickly had to resort to piracy.

We began skirting the borders looking for targets of opportunity.




Thanks Hannah Banana and Audrey for taking such great photos!