It was another day at the cafe.  No one looked at my art, except a couple of people in passing, which is an insult to me.
     How can you look at something when you are passing by?
     I guess my art wasn't good enough to grab their attention enough to stop and take a look.
     I reckon it wasn't worth their time, and I know they all have such busy lives, with things to do, and places to go.

     I enjoyed my two cups of coffee, and got a lot of painting done, so that is something.

     Hey, I found a copy-right free digital comics website...it is fantastic.
     http://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php

     They have 'Little Nemo in Slumberland', Western, Romance, and Funny Animal Comics.  Enjoy.

     Meanwhile, I am bracing myself for my upcoming move. 
     I'm going to have to shut everything down eventually, and transfer everything into a storage unit.

     It won't be fun.

     Art sales haven't been too good lately, so I am ducked.

     Oh well, what can I do?  I can't force people to buy my art.

     The cafe is actually a wonderful place to make art.  There is plenty of room, and I can use two tables, and no one bats an eye, as long as I clean up after myself.

     Meanwhile, I'm having a great time playing 'Star Wars: The Old Republic'.  I was up until five in the morning playing my Sith Inquisitor whose name is 'Bunnybear'.  She is viscious, and even sports an English accent.

     You can see my SWTOR videos on youtube.  They are there.  Hardly anybody watches them, but that might change, but probably not.  I'm not holding my breath.

     'Bunnybear' finally got a red lightsaber, so I am happy about that.  Also, she has a demon companion named 'Khem Val'.  He is pretty fierce, but dies often.

     Meanwhile, it keeps coming up that everybody's blogs are all the same.  It could be true.  I have a hard time reading other people's blogs.  They are so boring.  Plus, when their grammar and spelling are bad, it makes it even worse.
     If a person doesn't bother about 'usage', and uses bad English, as a reader, I could give a crap about their writing.

     I'm sure no one gives a crap about my writing...haha.

    

     This figurative painting was sold, then the buyer lost it that night.  While not impossible to recreate this piece of art, it would be a royal pain in the @ss.

      It's not a bad piece, and it has a dog on the right hand side.  My friend always gets on my case for not having enough dogs in my art.  He has a point since dogs and humans have a shared history of around 9000 to 34,000 years according to what you read on Wikipedia.

      Meanwhile, these two ladies are friends at the cafe.

     I can listen to them talk all day, because they have so much energy and spunk.

     "It was another day at the cafe," David thought to himself.  "Not much happened, and as usual, everybody ignored my art."
     The main event was pulling out the ramp for the wheelchair girl.  The cafe girl didn't know what that large piece of metal in the corner was for.  But now she knows.
     "It was heavier than I thought it would be, but it was a relatively simple matter to place it on the sidewalk, hooking it onto the front step of the cafe so she could wheel herself in," David mused.

     Anyway, it was a good time.  David got some painting done, and now wondered why he was writing about himself in the third person, as in, "Who the fuck wants to read about me?  The answer to that is 'no one' ".

     "Fuck, I might as well just play 'Star Wars: The Old Republic,' and have a good time, David thought, as he concerned himself with proper punctuation.
     "I don't want to confuse my readers....all two of them," David reflected.

     He had created a new smuggler on the game last night named....'David Lovins'....
     "Haha....might as well give myself some free advertising on the web when I make videos of this character," David joked.
     He knew deep down inside that it didn't matter squat what he did.  No one paid any attention to him whatsoever, as if he was incapable of doing anything good or of note in this world.

     He was still getting used to typing on a computer keyboard.
     "It just sucks...it doesn't have the same feel as a manual typewriter....it is hard to get the blood up typing on this plastic pice of crap....the keys are all angled wrong.....why in fuck they can't design a decent keyboard is beyond me....even those ergonomic keygboards suck ass," David carried on.

    "Anyhow, I'm going to get me some xp, and stop worrying about all of this shit," David sauntered.

     Hello, I'm listening to Philip K. Dick's 'A Scanner Darkly' on audiobook, available on youtube, as is 'Blade Runner'.
     Anyway, it was another day at the cafe today.
     I had to deal with three or four groups of A.A. people.
     I'm not a fan of 'Alcoholics Anonymous'.
     I think these people are messed up, and it has nothing to do with alcohol.  It's them.

     Anyhow, they don't like me much, neither, haha.

     I was wearing my devil t-shirt.
     Accompanied by all of my art, I create an environment counter-intuitive to what they do.

     Basically, they make other people in the cafe listen to their bitching and moaning about their drinking days.

     They all want to drink, too, which is the funny thing.

    
     Near the end of my session, two women were doing their A.A. thing.  Unlike the men, who are pretty strict with how to solve their drinking problem, the women talked about everything except what they were supposed to be talking about.  For them, it was more about talking, and expressing themselves.
     It sounded to me like both of them need to read more.

     The best part of my cafe time today besides the delicious coffee, was meeting some artist dude who was telling me stories about how he sells art on the streets, and in bars. 
     Tattooed, he was pretty cool.

     So, today was not a complete loss, and I got some painting done.

     But man, listening to A.A. people sucks.

     The only higher power there really is?  Gravity.

     It was another day of rejection at the cafe today.
     It seems that no matter what art I have, or what I do, I just can't sell a single piece of art to save my life.
     Coffee shop people don't buy art.

     So, anyway, here is some Twin Peaks stuff...

     I took this picture off of some girl's phone, and made it into a napkin art.

     I ended up making three of these.  I lost the second one I made.

     Meanwhile...

     So here is how things are going at the cafe.  John Lennon, Popeye, and Charlie Chaplin have sold.

      Andy Kaufman sold, and I've been asked to do a Rod Serling, and a Bill Hicks, which I am more than happy to do.

      Yeah, nothing ever sells in the cafe, but a fellow bar worker said to me today that "This is your chill-out place."
     True, but I'd like to make some money.

      Maybe people think I'm mad, or crazy.

      Anyways....

     John would be 74 now if he hadn't of gotten shot, and if he would have survived himself.

     This painting sold for $100.

     Here is the same painting in the cafe, being completely ignored, and not selling at all.  The Popeye painting ended up selling, too.

     It takes a lot to impress people in the cafe.  Little do they know that my art actually sells in a bar.

     That Superman logo painting also sold, by the way.

portable PlayStation on the table pics

          I hope I qualify with people in the cafe.  They ignore every day that I have my art there.