Twitch is in the yard painting up bikes and I'm also getting the dust and rust off our props.
Looks like it's going to be a great spring.

Announcing the fist ever Clown House Bikini Bike Wash and Hot Dice Tournee!

Thursday, June 15th, come on down to the ol' Clown House for our contribution to Pedalpalooza.
Over a year ago, our friend Mykle suggested that me and the guys wear bikinis and wash bikes. Well, Mykle, this June, you and everybody else will be treated to just such a spectacle.
Also, I traded a painting for a set of jumbo (and I mean JUMBO!) dice, which will be put to use in the final round of the Tournee. Fabulous prizes will be awarded.
for more info., go to:
http://shift2bikes.org/pedalpalooza/pp2006.php#50

from the Hip Mama Web site

Enjoy! love, CJ

George Bush has a heart attack and dies. Obviously, he goes to hell
where the devil is waiting for him. "I'm not sure what to do," says the
devil.

"You're on my list but I have no room for you. As you definitely have to
stay here, so I'm going to have to let some-one else go. I've got three
folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but
you have to take their place. I'll even let you decide who leaves."

George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.

The devil opened the first room. In it were Richard Nixon and a large
pool of hot water. He kept diving in and climbing out, over and over.

Such was his fate in hell.

"No!" George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and don't
think I could stay in hot water all day."

The devil led him to the next room. In It was Tony Blair with a sledge
hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing the hammer, time
after time.

"No!" I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant
agony if all I could do was break rocks all day." commented George.

The devil opened a third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying on
the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a
spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she
does best. George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and
finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."

The devil smiled and said, "Ok, Monica, you're free to go!"

OK, I'm not so mad anymore.

That last post may have been disturbing to some viewers. I have cooled off a lot, since then.
But, jeez-a-loo, I sure was pissed to lose so much cash. Let me tell ya why.
At work, my pal James the Bartender had a game for me. I give him my painting "The Omen," and he would give me the contents of his tip jar. He didn't tell me how much. I gave it about 20 mins, then accepted his offer. The tip jar was full of money, so I knew it would be cool, and I liked the whole game show of it.
It was over a hundred bucks!
Nathan at Free Geek had just hooked us up with a printer that shoots out hundreds of copies all day, so when I got up this morning (3:00 pm), I was going to use the money to buy lots of blank paper to print my novel with, and blank canvases to paint while I waited for the books to print.
Dealing with a 7 year old is tough for anyone. I'm actually pretty good at it, because I raised this one from a larva. It's just that I've been out of the loop since working such late hours; when I said I lost the wallet because I was distracted by the kid, I was reeling from the blow, and needed to vent.
When my friend bought the painting, he left it up till the show's end, but instead of writing "Sold" on it, he wrote "Gambled away...sucker," refering to his game show.
He frikkin cursed me! Next time I see him, you bet I'm gonna give him the "Stink eye."
sigh. Well, ya win some, ya lose some.

I told my kid that I don't blame her, and we can always make more money, and not to worry about daddy kicking the dog until it barks blood.

I think I should leave that stinker of a rant on the blog, though: it's life in the big city.

I just royaly screwed myself

I went down to the local art store to buy some canvases and had to bring my kid along.
I got what I needed and looked to get my wallet and it was gone.
It had all the money I had made selling paintings this week, about 150 bucks.
How did I manage to lose it?
I have the most horrific distraction ever in trying to wrangle a seven year old, It's an act of god to get her moving and when we do my mind is on keeping her safe from traffic, my wallet must have dropped when I was chasing her to the end of the block.
She didn't do anything wrong, in fact she helped me look for it . Nice kid, lover her all day long.

Kids are great, I love mine so much I put up with all kinds of grief, they are a mighty challenge, 150 bucks to me is a fortune (not to mention rent money) This sucks so much.
I'm not blaming my mistake on my kid, I just want to be a beacon to all others, an example...if you have kids you WILL have your ass handed to you sometimes so get your plasered smile ready so ya don't scare them into some ungainly emotional baggage. imagine you are an aircraft controller handling hundreds of flights and there's a baboon with a wiffle ball bat screeching in your ear and smacking you with it, you push a button and a little hand un- pushes it, it's a nightmare sometimes and let me also warn you...they are so adorable, interesting, comical and delightful, it's hard to stay mad...besides... they look like my relatives.
Like what we do? Donation bucket!

From our pal Tucker

hey good-natured people (yes i mean you!).
this friday there will be a benefit for south indian schoolchildren on ne killingsworth and 30th. what they need are a few people to help set up in the early afternoon (2-6ish) and a few more to work the door during the event (8-around midnight). for your minimal labor you get access to wine (poured by the lovely miss sapphire) or, for teetotallers, as much yummy columbia gorge juice as you can pour down your gullet. there's also some snacks, i do believe. plus music all night long to move your feet. here's the event info. get in touch with ansula press (503.281.0959) to sign up?please do!


Children of the Fields presents

DANCE AWAY POVERTY!!!!

Help us break the cycle of child labor and
poverty in India with an evening of music, dancing, and fire performance

Featuring: DJ Nyah
Firedancing by Flamebouyant Productions
& more.

All proceeds from this event will go to help build schools for the
children of fieldworkers in tsunami ravaged South India.

Friday, March 24
8:00 to Midnight
21 & Over
$12 - $20

Acao Ginga Capoeira Studio
3016 NE Killingsworth @ 30th Posted by: tUkTuK

Rubber Chicken Set

I finished this one "Sky is the limit" yesterday, it took two years to do, thats because I couldn't find the damn thing to complete it.
I think I will ask for $25 dollars for it.
I sold quite a few paintings lately, I didn't think I would miss them but I do.
People seem to think that the bigger a painting is, the more expensive it should be.
I price them according to how many hours I worked on them and how much I love them.
Paintings on deck : Noah's arc, Embryo, Why the chicken crossed the road.