Go ahead, bite the Big Apple.

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Things I Like: The Ant and The Aardvark

I'd forgotten how beautifully drawn this show was.

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Things I like: Reggae covers.

Two things: I quite like reggae versions of hit songs, and the lyrics of "Let It Be" are pretty appropriate for reggae.

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I got a fundraising text that made me mad, until I realized it wasn't a fundraising text.

I thought, "OMG, these Dem fundraisers are getting ridiculous!" but then...

THINGS I LIKE

Things I Like: Things We Love

I was sorting through my papers, my enitre life's correspondence, and found this terrific limited edition card I got from Aaron Draplin somehow.

JOURNAL

I designed a poster for a Leonard Cohen tribute.

It was fun to do, but I don't know if Kinko's will even let someone print these, there's so much black.

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This song was a big hit for reasons.

Reasons not having anything to do with the lyrics making grammatical sense.

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You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe, but you didn't listen.

You played dead, but you never bled.

NOTES

Movie recommendation: Don’t Think I’ve Forgotten: Cambodia’s Lost Rock and Roll.

We just didn’t know anything about this music except that it rocked, undeniably. They could have been singing about mink coats or farm equipment.

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Saw some sights while helping someone move.

I can't imagine what was going on in somebody's life that caused this tableau to occur.

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The way Elton John pronounces “discard” has always puzzled me.

He’s welcome to pronounce it any way he wants, but I hope somebody close to him explained it’s not “disguard”.

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Boudreaux napped on my desk.

No special event is being commemorated, I just realized I hadn't posted any cat pictures in a while.

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I did me some talking to the sun.

And I said I didn't like the way he got things done.

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I spent a pleasant evening in Destrehan and New Sarpy.

I got out of the poker game pretty quickly thanks to losing all my money, but the evening wasn't a total bust.

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Jumpin’ slick was my ruin.

You may or may not know that this song (“Clean-Up Woman”) was composed by Miami songwriter and musician Clarence Reid.

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I drew two new karaoke cartoons.

I drew these one right after the other. I had written the lyrics on an undated Post-It that I wanted off my desk.