whew. woke up just in time. the evil overlords/had me. my cover was blown, my whereabouts known,/and this minute the bald guy with the cigarette holder,/an obvious admirer of the late dr. hunter s. thompson,/had a gun on me…
just woke up. lots of colors./we were playing hopscotch near piccadilly circus/when the ghost of shakespeare,/head shaven, smoking a virginia slim on a long ivory holder,/was showing me the cap gun i had owned as a child./he handed it to me,/and I removed the roll of caps, put the roll/on the sidewalk, and slammed/it with a hammer. at that exact moment…
wow, that was a doozy. i was disguising myself. shaved head, rouged cheeks, fishnet stockings on a garter belt./the only instructions from hq were “dress in drag and carry your walther ppk between the peaks of your falsies, in plain sight.”//i wonder, not for the first time, if i am being set up.
ugh. thank gog I woke up. damn, i need a cigarette. –hey, wait, i don’t smoke. maybe i’m not awake yet…
Since this post is set in the Quantum Multiverse, where causality is flavored with superimposition and the future has the potential to affect the past, we start with the final result of the page I made last night, and get to how it came to be later. Last night I met with my friends Birdie Birdashaw and Russ Kazmierczak for a sketch session at a coffee&beer place called Sip.
Russ is the creator of AMAZING ARIZONA COMICS and has been making his Arizona-based adventures, including but not limited to his superhero Speed Cameron, a blend of human being and, yes, speed camera, for many years. Birdie, the creator of bunny vomit, has been doing stickers of notable personages lately, and he did one of Russ’s Speed Cameron, with a killer slogan. When Birdie gave me the sticker I stuck it on my shirt. When I got home I stuck it on the edge of my laptop screen and took this pic:
Here are my two drawing buddies at work:
After I took this pic I showed it to Russ (at left) and told him that two words had popped into my head, and he wouldn’t be able to guess in a thousand guesses. I let the suspense build and then said “Sling Blade.” Russ cracked up, and Birdie instantly did a gravelly-voiced, spot-on Billy Bob Thornton imitation. When Russ is focusing on his drawing, he sometimes bites his lower lip and gives himself a faux underbite.
Here are the Three Sketcheteers all at once. The combined Draftspersonship of these three powerhouses could easily heat up a city, and will, some day.
As for Bunny Vomit, truth to tell, the first time I heard the term I got a bit nauseous myself. Let’s not pretend I’m not an old codger with Baby Boomer tendencies. But I did not understand the biological quirk that makes it IMPOSSIBLE for Bunnies to Vomit. (Please look it up! They cannot!) So what the underrated and oft-misunderstood Birdie B has created is a character, and ejecta, that might ONLY exist in a Quantum Multiverse. His Bunny might almost be seen to have a Superpower. But if you want the Straight Scoop on that, straight from the bunny’s mouth, so to speak, check out Birdie’s site at http://www.bunnyvomit.com and be transported.
Meanwhile, here is the acrostic for the page:
Bunny Vomit
Bulimic? No. I play one on TV Upholding all that I hold far & wee — O Now we see a syncopated GeM Now traffic in a Substance not quite Phlegm — I Yearn for such relief–I’m not exempT
Fun fact: I often call Birdie “Bird.” That nickname oddly conveys the respect I would show Charlie Parker, were he alive and in the same room, and also tips my hat to Larry and Brad.
Stringing letters together with the English language in mind sometimes creates multiple pathways. Thus r o u n d a b o u t can be variously agglutinated to Ro und Abou T or Round Ab Out or R ou NDA B ou T, etc. And l a v a l a m p may become Lava Lamp or Lav Al Amp or or Laval AMP, and so on. Our thoughts might be otherwise diverted if we’d ever heard the band Yes sing :Roundabout,” or if we’re old enough to remember a lava lamp in a coffeehouse.
Any or all of this, or something else, might modify the flavor of those two strings of words. But if you SEE a Lava Lamp, or you are DRIVING THROUGH a Roundabout, your experience becomes not strings of letters but tangibility.
r o u n d a b o u t
reminders like the tick and flea obsess us with the honeyed b upend the lava lamp and goo now set the font in bold urdu deliver us, o passe-partout
One with Clay, Image and Text 