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I’m gonna start using “spider brain,”


If so, you should get treated by the graduates of American Career College.



…is representing “The Roberts” all the way over in London!

I’m not big in Japan,


Beasts of the Southern Wild makes Requiem for a Dream look like a Judd Apatow movie.

Get crying, bitches,


…dead at 92 and 71, respectively.

Sharing deaths,


Just ask mine… okay, don’t,



Jurassic pork,


We left late one Friday night once everyone was off work, and drove for ten straight hours until we pulled into the parking lot of our cheap motel. The sun was just rising in the east.

We crashed and slept for maybe three hours total, then got up and headed to Graceland. After that, we wandered down to Beale Street, where we spent the rest of the night (mostly drunk) listening to live music as it poured out of the clubs and onto the street.

Standing in front of one of those clubs was musician Rudy Williams.

I didn’t know it at the time, but Williams was a staple of Beale Street. He was blowing his trumpet there long before my friends and I took that quick impromptu road trip, and would continue to play there for more than a decade after.

Drunk on booze and music, and armed only with my Mamiya RB67, I shot this quick photo of Rudy.

He stopped playing and asked if I’d send him a copy of the picture once I got the negs developed. I told him I would. He handed me his business card. I still have it.

The Mayor of Beale Street. You’re goddamn right.

Once I got back to Columbus, I kept my promise and sent Rudy a copy of the photo. I never heard one way or the other if he ever actually received it.

Years would pass. Thirteen to be exact. Right up until last week, when I figured I’d look Rudy up and see if he was still playing for the masses on Beale.

I found this.

Sadly, he’s not. But I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet him, if only for a minute, and grab that image in the process.

Long live the Mayor,


…while moving into our new place last month.

Having gone to art school, I’ve hung on to a lot of doodles and drawings from friends over the years. These are just a few.

First up, a small bit of copy written by my good friend Dwellephant. This is from back in October of 2000 when we were collectively doing some freelance for a client named marchFIRST.

marchFIRST (which ended up going bankrupt in a little over a year) would host monthly mixers called Digital Cocktail. In the beginning, the events were pretty cool. But like most things, over time, they became bombarded with douche bags.

This is the copy that Dwellephant came up with for a mock invite.

Needless to say, he had come up with something else by deadline.

Next up, this drawing by my good friend (and college roommate) Cesar of a fat and drunken Kermit the Frog. I might be mistaken, but I think he gave me this drawing as a gift on my 18th birthday back on September 25th, 1994.

And one Cesar illustration wouldn’t be complete without another, so next up is this drawing he did of me sometime back in the fall of 1994.

Cesar and I were roommates in room 206, along with our good friends Jocco and Special K. Back then, I went by the name Guido. It was an old nickname I had carried over from working in a comic shop back in Milwaukee.

To this day, Cesar still calls me Guido.

And lastly, I came across this drawing by Cesar’s eldest daughter, Anya.

Anya drew this at the age of five back in April 2002. She recently turned 16.


We asked Anya to draw this so we could use it in “Tastes Like Chicken.” It accompanied the cover story “Can I Have A Cookie?” in May 2002. She also wrote the text for the story. Check it out here.

I have a million of these memories stored away in boxes (much to KB’s chagrin), so I’ll try and dig more of them out again some time soon.

You should see my photo albums,


…and, you know, think about life… and death… and stuff.

That sums it up,


Old Poop!