Wow.  I actually sold one of my figurative paintings on newsprint paper for $12.
     Usually, nobody buys from me in the cafe.
     The norm is for people to completely ignore the fact that I am painting in a cafe.
     The price for my paintings on paper is $20 to $40.
     I made an exception in this case, because the guy was nice enough, and didn't have a lot of money, so I gave him a break.
     I set aside a pile of paintings that I was willing to part with for $10.  He picked one, and gave me $12, so I was happy with how things worked out.
     The sale came at a time when I really needed some money.  I just paid rent, and I was broke.

     Other than that, it was a regular day.
     I painted for hours, drank coffee, and smoked.

     I had a good time.

     There was a little drama with the old bag of a woman who talks to herself, but luckily she went away after a short time.

     Oh yeah.  For over an hour, this Latino guy was on his cell phone right next to my table.
     I don't know why I am a magnet for this s***.
     Out of all the places in the cafe to sit, people want to talk on their cell phone right near me.
     What is up with that?
     They do it when I stand outside, too.  Then I walk down the sidewalk, and they follow me, because they need a third party to hear their one-sided cell phone call, to prove that the call exists, as if they were on a theatrical stage.

     Can all cell phone people just stay away from me, please? 
     Jesus.

     Anyway, I got a lot of painting done today, so I was glad.

     I saw a woman squatting in her black exercise pants, and that was nice, even though she was an older broad...haha.
     She had a nice posterior.  All I care about is the shape.  It is a lesson in anatomy every time.

     Other than that, I drank two coffees for $4, and tipped nothing, because I was poor today.

     I'll tip more and buy more stuff when people buy my art more in the cafe.  What do they think I am doing it for, my health?

Late To The Cafe

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantinople

     Here is the link for the city of Constantinople, for the old woman who asked me what country it was located in.
    
     At first she asked me, "Do you know art?"
     "Yes."
     "Do you know where Constantinople is?"

     I tried to help this woman, but couldn't.  She had some old book that didn't give her the information she needed.
     Yet, if she had any kind of internet device, she could just look it up.

     "Get with the times, woman," I thought to myself.

     I didn't want to sit and listen to her, which was part of her routine.

     Luckily, she was able to talk to a woman next to her, so I was off the hook .


     Otherwise, I was really late getting to the cafe.  All I did was paint my magnetic letters, so I could make some different kinds of titles for my videos.
     It attracted some attention from a couple of people, which was nice.

     People seem to like my video and animation work much more than my painting work on napkins at the cafe.  I guess it says 'money' to them more, which is all most people care about.

     I often have to explain to people how I make my living.  They are very interested in it, probably because they are miserable at their own jobs.

     Then I read a little from 'The Three Musketeers' by Alexandre Dumas.  It is really enjoyable to read.  I had no idea it was so entertaining.

     Then Mr. Bonehead showed up.  He always reads the newspaper and watches what I do. 
     When I look at him, I get bored.

     Then there was the old man who also seems a little into my business, but doesn't do me any good.

     Then, this woman I call 'The Egg' showed up.  She is a constant at the bar every night, and sometimes she drops into my day cafe.
     Dealing with her at the bar every night is tedious.  Having to see her in the cafe during the day is a nightmare.
     She is another one who does me no good. 
     She is poor.
     What good is she?
     It's not as if she is going to buy my art, and put it in her house, because she doesn't have one.
     She often falls asleep when she is writing at a table in the bar.
     I call her 'The Egg' because of the way her body is.

     Then, with my letters, I spelled out the phrase, "What's Up, Bitch?"
     Then I spelled out, "Bitchslap".
     Then I spelled out, "Sup".
     I took pictures of all these words.
     I will post them on one of my blogs when I am not lazy.

     I drank two cups of coffee, but nobody cares about that.

     I just want to pass out right now.

     Sheez.

     Then I saw some fat, gay guy wearing a shirt that read, "All blogs post the same stuff".
     I am not sure about that.

Lovely, Just Lovely

     It was strange to just have two people stop at the sight of my table at the cafe, and they just stared at me.
     I had all of my items for my animation out, like a skull, a ceramic viking, and a lot of magnetic letters.
     People rarely say anything, they just stare.
     They don't know what to say.
     I don't even know why what I do matters to them.
     How petty their lives must be if I am a tourist attraction for them.

     In other news, the thief guy who eats out of the trash can was there today.  His mother must be proud of him.
     I took a picture of him, and I'll post it later.

     Otherwise, I had two cups of coffee, and I enjoyed the sunshine, and the fresh air.
 
     I kind of wish I had a network, or a website where I could do whatever I wanted, and the content would be between Rated G and Rated XXX.
     That would be fun.
     One day, I could put up drawings of cartoon characters, and on the next, there would be one-hundred pictures of women's cute butts. 
     I don't know how people get away with posting all kinds of things on the internet, and how they make money with it.
     All I know is I want to do the same things, make money, and get away with it.

     All it boils down to is that content is art.  It can't hurt anybody.  They are just images and words.

     I am just a little frustrated because I can't do what I want.

     Meanwhile, to anybody reading this blog on any kind of regular basis:  Why don't you ever comment?
     It is odd to be writing, knowing that people read my stuff, but they never respond.  It is the story of my life, I suppose.
     People are curious about my work, but they view it from a distance.

     By the way, today did not disappoint in terms of women.  There were some lovely ones out there today.

I Don't Know

     "I don't know" is a title I never used for a blog before, so I figured it was time.
     I've used that phrase a lot in my life, and I hear it all the time from people, especially J.D. from 'The Howard Stern Show'.
     Anyway, I did some more stop-motion animation in the cafe today.  It was fun.
     At the end of my session, this guy I call 'Meathead' came into the cafe.  I don't like him much.  He is the opposite of everything I am.  He is big, reads The Chronicle, and sits there like a dope.  I would imagine him being a sports fan, though I have no proof of that.
     When he shows up, I feel like leaving, because he always stares at me, and what I'm doing.  It makes me feel really uncomfortable.

     Meanwhile, I am listening to 'The Best of Musical Performances on The Howard Stern Show'.  It is great. 
     It is nice to listen to this, because I've just had a week of Eric The Midget.

     It is nice to listen to music without interruption.  Every single stinking day when I am at the cafe, or a bar, I'll be doing my work, trying to move in rhythm to the music, and somebody always has an epic conversation near me, or gets on their damn cell phone.  It is really annoying.  I figure that I am a magnet for that stuff.

     I wish I didn't have to monitor my own swearing on this blog.  That is really annoying, instead of just writing like how I would talk.
     It is not like the old days, where some old bag might get offended by the 'S' word.  Sheez.

     Anyway, I had my one cup of coffee today, and it was good.

     I got to see my babes walking down the sidewalk, and was able to make some drawings.

     I also got to see a dog in the back of a truck who would bark at bicycle riders as they passed by.  One girl let out a scream because she was so startled.  I wish I had that on video.
     The dog was keeping his eyes right above the level of the back-bed of the truck, and would lunge out.
     I was completely entertained watching this.
     The dog was behaving like one of those trap-door spiders.
     I was going to try and film this, but the owner of the truck came out, and drove off.

     Then I saw this girl I call 'Nerd Girl' because she is kind of cute, and wears glasses.  She looks like she is somewhat wholesome, and inexperienced with men.  It kind of attracts me.  I would like to see what she is like in the sack, just out of curiosity.
     I would probably get bored after one or two nights, but it would be fun.

     Blogger doesn't monitor content so much, but they probably wouldn't like it if I talked about sex in every entry.
     It is hard to tell what I can and can not write about sometimes.

     Honesty isn't a valued commodity on the web.  Most of the stuff is b.s. that involves celebrities, like msn.com.

Rat and Skull

     I love this picture.

     The reason is that it is an odd combination of toys to have on the table at the cafe.  Both are symbols of death and disease.
     No one seems to care, notice, or mind.
     People do not pay much attention to what I do at the cafe, though I did catch some nosy woman looking at my stuff on my table today.  She never talks to me, but later gave me half of a bagel with cream cheese.  It is the first time she ever gave me anything. 
     We've both been in the same cafe for over three years, and I don't know what the deal is with this woman.
     She has a small little dog that I have fantasized about kicking.
     Of course, I would never kick a dog, but it was funny to say, because it is her dog, and I have never been a big fan of hers.
     She seems like a woman into other people's business, but doesn't do much herself.
     Maybe I am wrong, I have been before.
    
     For fun, I would like to paint her naked, both front and back, with her little mutt on a leash in the picture.  That would be funny and amusing to me.

     I should give people a break more, for one never knows who might turn out to be a friend.  I just wish people who were interested in what I was doing would just say 'hello' without all the rigamarole. 
     Then again, maybe it is me.  Maybe I scare people off, or intimidate them, or whatever.

Crane and Pirate Toys

     I like this photo for the division of space. 
     The only part I really do not like is that little white area in the lower right-hand corner.  If not for that, it would be a good photo.

    

     This is my toy crane that I found in my father's room in Hollywood after he died.  It has got to be from the 50's or 60's, I think.
     I guess I could look it up on the web, but I am too lazy right now.

      I thought it was cool that the crane could hold an egg.

     I have to fix the crane, though.  One of the supports is broken, as you can see.

      These toy pirates I bought at the dollar store.

      They are all very muscle-bound, like superheroes, or gay men.

      In any case, they have very tight pants.

      It is like their clothes are painted on, but their crotch is like a woman.  No bulge in sight.

     Here is my modified coffee cup.  I like it.

     I don't know if it is necessarily right to mention it, but that woman's arm looks as thick as my thigh.

Discovery Favors The Prepared Mind

     It was another day at the cafe today.  I continued work on my animation project.  I also had fun with magnetic letters.
    

     "Discovery Favors The Prepared Mind" is a good phrase.

     It is even more fun when accompanied by a skull and a duck.

Yet Another Day At The Cafe With A Skull

     Here are some pictures of stuff that I had on the table today at the cafe...

      Mr. Skull, with my decorated coffee cup.

      Toy Magnetic Letters are a lot of fun.

      I might as well self-promote.  I have nothing to lose, and it isn't like anybody else is going to do it.

      Some project I am working on.

      At first I resisted, but then I photographed it with the guy in the back.  I thought it was funny to put him in the picture.

      Mr. Skull with an anatomical supply catalog.

      Mr. Skull with my hat.  Maybe I should be buried with this hat, if I still have it when that happens.

      That toy crane is pretty old.  It used to belong to my father.

      My drawing of a brain.

      The Happy/Sad Meter.

      Ecstatically Happy.

      Really Distressed and Miserable.

      The Little Cowboy is going to drop a 10 Ton Weight into a funnel.

     This chick is a student, looking to go into the Medical Field.