Some old and new music… There are 12 tracks, so you can fast forward through it…

I made one of these a while back, when I found a bunch of old pictures. I decided to make part two, and bring us up to the present day. I wish I had more photos, though. I can’t find any from my short-bleached-hair period (which predated Eminem, thankyou.) I’m pretty sure, too, at some point I was a large black man.

Some big moments from my adult life, apparently: 1) Finally trimming that mullet. 2) Realizing I could grow hair on my chin. 3) Deciding contacts were not worth the effort. 4) Realizing I could grow hair on the sides of my face. 5) Realizing that it was MUSTACHE TIME!

Something most have happened to me around age 9, when I got that killer Miami Vice outfit. I entered this really awkward stage that lasted for some time. I’m actually pretty excited that it might be ending any day now.

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I sold it to ol Ran Jackson, and I regret it. But he and his brother let me sleep on their couch for a couple months when I first moved to town. What I’m saying is, he unfairly pressured me with kindness and helping me when I really needed it and paid me for my art. What a jerk. DON’T check out their ridiculously good new song on their myspace.

acrylic, 16″ x 20″, click to enlarge.

In 1989, George H. W. Bush declared hella war on Panama, who had it coming. Don’t you dare say they didn’t.

We totally paid for the canal, and Carter signed some documents saying we were the bosses, so when our boy Noriega turned a-hole and against us, we totally put our boot up his dictator butt. You can falsify the election results all you want, and be all phoney-baloney DEA informant to your heart’s content, but when you like totally blow us off, it is PAY DAY, BOYEEEEE. Then you kill a US GI with some half-A “Hard Chargers” unit, and think we won’t get mad? Not only did you ice our boy, but then you steal old Teddy ‘velt’s moniker? Hellz no, you headed OUT.

So old George HW sent our boys in and SETTLED BIDNESS. Blam blam, as they say. They called it “Operation Just Cause”, as in Just Cause We Wanted To. Basically we went in GUNS BLAZIN and took out all them Japs, or whatever they’re called. PAN’s, I guess. You want to read about it? Check out a little film called Heartbreak Ridge. It’s a documentary starring one Mr. Clint Eastwood. EVER HEARD OF IT? BOOYAH!!! The Good, the Dead and the Deader. OOORAH!

HDubs knew what he was doin. He got shot down by the enemy in some old war and still went on to be the CIA BOSS. That’s even doper than the Prezident. Even the DEAD PREZIDENTSSS. Ha you know I’m just playin.

You want to be all talking junk about HW, about Dan Quayle and how George was a 1 term PREZ and how his boy is W, cuz all I’m gonna say is Imelda MARCOS. That b-word had TOO MANY SHOES. And don’t be all tellin me how she and Noriega were never married, and in fact she was married to a dictator from another hemisphere. I don’t need to hear that.

All I need to know is the son-a-GUN Marcos is currently held in the Federal Correctional Institution in MIAMI, along with my boys the DeCavalcante crime family.

HEARTBREAK RIDGE. That’s where Mario Van Peebles gets shot. That’s a SHAME. But we honor the sacrifice. WORD. Thankyou President George Bush NUMBA ONE!!

So I found a bunch of scattered drawings on a lawn one day. I picked them up before they could be ruined by the sprinklers. They were random things drawn by an imaginative kid. So, I tried bringing a couple of them to life. I tried to see what they would look like if an eight year old had the skill of a 34 year old. A 34 year old without much skill. Here’s one…

A short film I made for evangelize.com.

I just have absolutely no desire to write about or read about President Warren G. Harding. I do not want to find out what the Teapot Dome Scandal is, I do not care to revisit my scant 8th grade knowledge about the League of Nations. I don’t want to know what advice he sought from an uppity Herbert Hoover. Wikipedia, thank you for offering to tell me a thing or two about his early life, but no.

I do not care today. In fact, I never have. And I have twenty American dollars to say I never will.

Please accept my apologies if I’ve become something of a doorway for you to Presidential history. I have let you down. But the man and the era were boring and I just ain’t up to it today. My problems are as widespread and unmeaningful as his, which means in just a little bit of time they will be forgotten, despite the immediacy they both have carried.

The G stood for Gamaliel.

Found something I made a while back…

T.HANKS

Spent a week at my parents’ place in Upland, IN. Some buildings from the town and from a car show nearby.

Made this a while back, screwing around with a stop-motion program.