I’m sorry to see him go, I would have enjoyed another year to see what Scott Brooks could do without so many injuries, but Thunder knows best and I’m sure they have their reasons for letting Mr. Brooks go from position of Thunder head coach. I’m sure there will be offers up for a talented cat as he saunters through Thunder Alley one last time. Good luck, Coach.
I’ve been teaching myself to use a stylus and digital paint techniques, and what better way to do that is there than after painting the Senators (State Senators, local politicians, heck, sometimes even Governors) one at a time, as they make the news? None that I can think of, but when I do I’ll do that, instead.
Recently New York has seen a string of machete attacks, two that I can find in public records in the last year. Queens politician and state Senator Tony Avella is of the opinion that machetes should be banned, due to this horrific upturn in Vietnam era weaponry based attacks, which brings to light a few lingering questions, like – How will lawn service experts cut through the thicks of jungle in the Queens suburbs? Does a brisket sabre qualify as a machete, and if so, how will this legislation deal with the need for smaller buns where businesses serve sliced brisket now that they have to use butter knives to cut BBQ? And most importantly, as long as we are banning physical attack types one at a time, and not just assault or murder overall, are there plans in place to legislate against making any more movies based on toys from my childhood? I’m starting to take that shit personally. Whatever happens, I hope Senator Tony continues his epic and time critical battles against out-of-date arms and county squirrel massacres*.
*Senator Tony Avella joined animal rights protesters standing against the Hazzard County Squirrel Slam in 2013
I painted this for my sweet teaching gig at Wine & Palette, here in Okc. I definitely absorbed as much Van Gough as I could when I was an avid oil painter in my twenties, but I feel like that cat represents my inner foodie, the selfish part that wants a perfect burger to exist in Okc, but instead finds himself dressed up in a fish suit, again, forced to eat Fancy Feast or ice cream shared off the spoon of a crying, lonely middle aged woman in pajamas. Not that there’s anything wrong with pajamas, ice cream, or middle aged women without cats. I guess I’m just saying that neither should involve a fish suit. Or don’t trust a fish burger. Whichever means more to you. Just please, someone in Oklahoma City metro make a burger that doesn’t taste like a crazy cat lady made it.