So I go into a record shop (yes, RECORDS) today and I ask the guy if he had any Skinnay Ennis albums and he said “I sold Bob Hope Skinnay Ennis albums. In fact, Bob Hope was the last person to ask me for Skinnay Ennis. I’m not sure why, but I got a kick out of that.
Actually, as much as I have always had the hots for Julie Andrews, I am sorry for the passing of her husband Blake Edwards today. (First Bob Feller…) After all, he’s the freakin’ guy who created the Pink Panther franchise, which has provided this Clouseau fan with countless hours of entertainment and inspiration. Thanks B.E.! I’m sorry you never had a chance to meet me… 
As you all know, I hate sports. HATE!! (I’m using the word HATE here… ) But there has always been a soft spot in my heart for Jumpin’ Joe DiMaggio, The Brooklyn Dodgers, Mickey Mantle (Just because his name is Mickey — oh an Marilyn Monroe), the Yankess (of course) and Bob Feller. “Who the hell is Bob Feller?” you ask, I’m sure. Well, I have no idea how famous he was as a baseball player, but in the world of comedy, Bob Feller was lucky enough to have had Abbott and Costello do an entire bit about him on the famous “Who’s on First” radio broadcast of ‘The Abbott and Costello Show” sponsored by Camel Cigarettes. (Hahahaha) Here’s the end of the bit. I’m too lazy to transcribe the entire bit. (Where the hell are my interns? Or Andyfan?)
Abbott: His name is Feller! Feller! Bob Fellers! And when I say they’re’s only one Fellers on the team, that’s it. And the feller that pitches is Feller. There’s only… there’s other fellers on the team, but they’re’s uh… they’re’s only one Feller.
Costello: Boy, are you mixed up! Oh, you mean the feller that pitches is Feller and they’re’s other fellers on the team but they’re not Fellers.
Abbott: Now you grasp it!
Costello: Yes! I grasp it, but it keeps slipping out of my hand!
Anyway, today he died at 92 years old.
I know you haven’t read it all. I know it. So why would I post new stuff if you haven’t read what I’ve already given you? “pearls to pigs”
But apparently ‘echoey’ is a real word.
I used to think I was going to change the world. Now I am proud of myself if from one day to the next I manage to just change my pants.
Here’s a reaction I got from someone seeing this:
Wow
You look trapped and scared
I love how your hands are just ghosted in
And your face is painted with such monstrous colors -
Makes me think of the Frankenstein monster…
Actually he also was lonely, alone, scared, misunderstood, and just trying to get through this life he didn’t ask for
Damn it!! For the past two mornings I have been waking up to Owls hooting outside my window. I refuse to look. It is terrifying.
I am right handed. But here is a left handed portrait I did of myself using only three colors… Blue, Brown and ORANGE!!! Why would I do such a stupid thing, you ask? Good question. Why would I? Well, it started like this… the other day I was screwing around, doing some spontaneous ‘artwork’, experimenting with pencil, gouache on canvas (gouache apparently doesn’t like canvas), some acrylic paint and black india ink. I came up with a few quick little things…
Okay, now, in full disclosure, I hate the last two. I’m not even sure why. But regardless, I did them. It didn’t take long and I had some fun. It was a study for me. I was not looking for masterpieces. Just study. I even began experimenting with my signature. So, I went to a friend of mine who really annoys me to ask for his thoughts. HE BLASTED ME. He HATED them. HATED!!! He told me some bull about me relying on the same way I have always painted and bla bla bla. So, he said I need to take three colors… orange, brown and blue and paint something. He told me to paint three things. I have only had time to do one. (Top) And look at it? WTF?? I can’t show this to anyone. So I thought I’d put it somewhere safe… a place where no one would ever see it. And that’s how it ended up here on my website.
Now, I tried to talk to this dumb friend of mine about this but he doesn’t even return my phone calls. What kind of friend of Andy is he? Doesn’t like my stuff (Doesn’t sound like an Andyfriend to me), doesn’t return my phone calls (again, not Andyfriend behavior) and steers me in a direction that gives me… THAT! (See above painting)
What the hell is happening??
Through my quick reflexes I totally caught this guy trying to push over a parking meter. I must’ve scared him off because he immediately took off like a bat out of hell.
