"Some Dogs Are Brown"

     Louis CK has a comedy bit where he is leading his daughter along a crowded sidewalk, and the daughter makes him stop so she can tell him, "Some dogs are brown".
     That bit is hilarious.  I love when Louis CK talks about kids, and what little frustrating monsters they are.

     Anyway, I get to see a lot of dogs at the cafe which is nice, because I don't have to take care of them.

The Creepy Bicycle Guy with Sunglasses

     There was some really creepy guy with sunglasses on, looking in my general direction.  It made me feel really uncomfortable, even though I know that he wasn't interested in what I was doing.
     He ate his chocolate cake out of a box, and his head was just pointing in my direction, but not exactly at me.
     I tried to figure out what he was looking at.
     I turned to look, and it was just traffic.
     He just was staring into space.
     I know he was a creepy guy, with not much to do.
     He finally put on a bike helmet.
     Then he was on his cell phone while standing on the sidewalk, but he was pointed right at me.
     The only way to get him to stop making me feel uncomfortable was to leave.

     People who wear sunglasses generally make me feel uncomfortable, especially if the day is overcast, or if it is indoors.
     People who wear sunglasses don't want to make eye contact with people.  It is a very guarded position, as if their shields are up.
     I find it really unfun.

     I was sitting outside, minding my own business, writing in my notepad before he showed up.  Then, he made me feel self-conscious.

     I hope to never see him again.

     I bet if I had talked to him, that he would have been creepy in his dialogue.

     One day, I decided to try another coffee shop.  The coffee was very good, but the girl watching is much better at my normal cafe.

     I woke up late, and finally made it to the cafe. 
     It was hot outside, but it felt good.
     Marco eventually showed up, and I told him about this dream I had as a kid, where a Gingerbread Man came out of the oven, and tried to eat me.
     We agreed that it would be a good idea for a cartoon.
     The first movie could be called 'The Gingerbread Man', and the sequel would be 'Revenge of The Gingerbread Man'.
     I could do it as an animation.

     Marco said I try too hard about coming up with ideas.

     We talked about how some of the best ideas just come about naturally, in more of an organic sense.

     There were a lot of other things we talked about.

     He liked how I told him about Super Heaven, where if you die in Heaven, then you go to Super Heaven.  I got this from Robot Chicken, a show I really like.

     Other than this, I had to listen to cheap, philosophical talk from a couple of street urchin dudes that I know.  I didn't get involved in the conversation.  I know better, but some bicycle guy from Iceland chimed in, and he realized they were having a stupid, open-ended conversation with no purpose.  That is why I don't talk to those guys, because they have no intent.  It is just meaningless words to fill up time and space.

     Speaking of space, Marco said he has a universe in his mind.  He is a musician, and I understand what he means by that.
     He also said, and I asked him if I could quote him on this, "The scariest place I've ever been is my own mind."

     Marco is an interesting guy to hang out with.

     Anyway, I had my coffee, and I feel much better now.

A little bit about Benny Hill...

     It was another fun day at the cafe.  At first, I couldn't get my favorite outdoor table, so I had to wait for it.  Then, once I got it, and started writing, the man with the crutches and the one leg had to sit near me, and consume a mini-bottle of booze.
     I did get some writing done, and I'm happy about that, though.
     I've been watching a lot of Benny Hill video clips in the last day, and wouldn't you know, I was hearing the theme music in my mind, as I watched young ladies walk up and down the street.  Some even bent over right in front of me.  One woman was watering a tree, and she was bent over, and it was funny, because at one point, all I could see of her was her butt sticking out, so it was just like 'The Benny Hill Show', which was never meant to be serious, or politically correct.  It is just funny, and yes, it is sexist at times, even racist, but it is just comedy, folks, so lighten up.
     Benny Hill's show made me laugh when I needed it most as a teenager, because my family was in Utah, and it sucked being there.  There was nothing to do, and nowhere to go.  It was very isolating.  It wasn't good for me, but Benny Hill provided me with the comedy and the attractive women that I needed to get me through the next day.  Benny was a shining light when I was swamped with Mormonism.  Swamped.

    I'm down to one coffee a day.  It seems to be all I need.

    The man with the one leg and I haven't gotten along since he was on his cell phone in the cafe one day talking really loud, which really annoyed me that he would impose his one-sided conversation onto everybody.
     Eventually we talked it out so that we would leave each other alone.  That was an agreeable situation for me, so why he had to sit next to me when he usually sits inside is beyond me.  I guess I am a magnet for trouble.  I am usually sitting there writing or drawing, so that is usually the catalyst for somebody to come near me and bother me.

     Never a dull moment at the cafe, let me tell you.

     I saw one woman with a shiny black shirt and rather large boobs, but don't be fooled.  Sometimes these girls wear bras that make their breasts look larger than they are.  However, this girl looked like she needed no padding whatsoever.

     Besides that, it was the usual assortment of pretty girls in jeans, with their little butts swishing back and forth as they walk.

     Now that I am forty-five years old, Benny Hill makes more sense to me than ever.  Too bad he is dead, it makes me sad, but his legend will live on.
     Did you know Benny wrote music for the show?  That is pretty amazing, in addition to all of the performing and memorizing of lines he had to do.

     The coffee shop I go to every day is indeed a negative energy source.  If it wasn't so close to my art studio, I wouldn't bother going there.
     Today I had to deal with some crazy lady, and listening to A.A. people, both of which are the worst.

     I'll just go to another coffee shop where nobody knows me.

     It will be much better.

     There is also this big fat drug guy who hangs out on the sidewalk, and just looking at him creeps me out.

     The cafe I go to is a negative energy source.
     I only go there because it is convenient.

     Someday, I won't go there at all.