Tuesday, January 17, 2017


Don't ever send me the email equivalent of chain letters.  Just don't. This is your last warning.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Sex sells

Pretty women can help sell anything.

Saturday, January 14, 2017


'He filled his life with cats and their toys after his wife passed' (acrylic and marker on 16x20" canvas).

Friday, January 13, 2017

This year, they're one and the same

'Inauguration day/Caucasian day' (acrylic and marker on 16x20" canvas).

Thursday, January 12, 2017

This thin skinned asshole will soon be POTUS

It's going to be a long dangerous stupid four years.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

World leader pretend

"Hey British Prime Minister Theresa May, I wanna grab your pussy." 

"Are you takin' the piss Donald?"

Monday, January 9, 2017

Children are evil

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Art meet subject

The top picture is my little buddy Ozzy on Christmas morning with his new drum kit that Santa brought him.  I loved that picture of him so much that I nearly burst with joy when I first saw it.  Then I got inspired by it and made this painting of him doing a drum solo.  He saw and liked it and his mother procured it for him and it’s going to hang in his bedroom.  Sometimes things work out incredibly well. Also, he thinks poop, pooping, butts, and butt jokes are hilarious, which of course they are, and he said he especially likes the purple bit that looks like a butt in the bottom right corner.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Don't worry, we're fine

To allay the fears and worries of a certain aunt in Michigan who is prone to worry needlessly about these types of things, we're fine.  We got about six inches of snow and it's bitterly cold and will remain cold until Monday, but we're fine.  I stocked up on essentials yesterday when the storm was just beginning to hit, so we're fine for food and toilet paper.  Also, this snow is a dry snow so it's resting lightly on the ground, the power lines, the telephone lines, and roof tops across the area, so we're all fine with that.  Since we know how to deal with the snow and the cold the main roads and highways are clear and the side streets in town are being plowed slowly but surely, so we're fine there too.  The bottom line is, stop worrying, we're fine.  

Friday, January 6, 2017

Smoke with flair!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Truth and the Greens who don't want to hear it

I pissed off a bunch of Green party numbskulls by saying that Jill Stein needs to step away from her leadership position in the Green Party.  She's been rejected, rather soundly in fact, in the last two presidential elections, she's got no real governmental experience, and it's time for a new face to lead that party in 2020.  Green party supporters came out of the woodwork to denounce me for telling the truth.  Some insisted that Stein isn't the leader of the party because it's a grassroots party that only nominated her to run for president, twice.  I tried to explain to them that she may not be the literal leader but she is surely the de facto leader.  They howled that I should shut up.  I replied by saying that they did not know the meaning of the phrase 'de facto.'

But honestly, fuck them.  I'll vote Justice in 2020.  They can stay the tiny little boutique party for disaffected Democrats who secretly long for the days when the Clintons ran everything.  I'm done with that bullshit.  I want real change, not anymore of that Republican Lite.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

'Ozzy's drum solo'

(acrylic on 16x20" canvas)

Monday, January 2, 2017

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy nude year!

Let's hope 2017 is better than 2016 was.  Seriously though, fuck you 2016.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

I just can't get enough

Carrie, we hardly knew ye.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Carrie-ed away

I admit it.  I got misty eyed when Princess Leia popped up at the end of Rogue One.  The force is with us through her.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Cooking with Dr. Monkey

Sparky got me Vivian Howard's cookbook for Christmas. (If you don't know who Vivian is, then look her up you lazy uninformed bastards.) And I decided to make one of her restaurant's most popular dishes, pimento cheese grits with salsa.

Confession #1 first though, when I moved south in 1974 I tried grits and I hated them  They tasted like paste mixed with sand. But later I found out that the problem was all the grits I tried back then were crap.  Don't ever eat Quaker Oats brand grits, especially the instant ones, they're fucking awful.  These days I love love love grits, especially Lakeside brand, they're made from yellow corn so they're nice and yellowy.  The best dishes begin with the best ingredients. 

I began by cooking my grits.  I cooked enough for the two of us, which is a half a cup of grits stirred into two cups boiling water.  You stir them until the grits absorb all the water and if you have to, mash out all the lumps. 

 Once my grits were done, I greased a cast iron skillet with butter.

Then I poured my grits into the skillet and let them cool completely.  

After I made the rest of the meal, I put my grits into the oven to bake.  I baked them at 375 F for about 15 minutes. Then I put the pimento cheese on of them and I baked them for 10 more minutes. 

After they finished baking I took them out and I spread some of my homemade canned salsa on them and I cut them into pizza like slices. 

I served them with fried chicken legs and some turnip greens.  

The verdict: DELICIOUS. The grits were fantastic and the pimento cheese and salsa complimented each other like crazy.  I am definitely making this dish again.

Confession #2: I didn't follow Vivian's recipe exactly, I used it as a template rather than something to exactly slavishly follow.  Mine turned out fine, even if they were a little less crispy looking then hers looked in her cookbook.

Sidenote, once I finish reading her cookbook I will review it here, so stay tuned.

Monday, December 26, 2016

The most important meal of the day

Fake food is one of my most favorite things.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Murray Christmas!

After they put us to bed on Christmas eve night my folks would wait for a few minutes and then they'd lightly jingle some bells.  We'd all shout that it must be Santa and his reindeer outside.  And then they'd come up and tell us to go to sleep.  A few hours later we'd get up and run downstairs and under the tree would be piles of presents and we'd have a gift opening frenzy.  We'd play with our new toys and try on new clothes and generally have a great time.

Looking back on it all I'm not sure how they always pulled it off because we were dirt poor living hand to mouth in the projects in Detroit.  I'm sure they borrowed money from the rest of the family, I can only imagine how hard it must have been for them to ask, but somehow they always came through.  Mom had it rough raising five kids on a shoestring while having to deal with a mentally husband who was in and out of the hospital all the time, but somehow she did.  And dad had it rough dealing with his illness in a day when it was nearly verboten to admit that one had a mental illness.  They dealt with things the best way they could and they did a hell of a job.  I wish they were both here so I could thank them in person.

Mom and dad, you were the best.  The absolute best.  Happy eternity where ever you are.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Damn gay agenda

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Holiday fruit breads of mass destruction

About the only baking I do is fruit breads.  I do a great banana bread and I recently mastered cranberry orange bread.  Also pictured is a loaf of orange blueberry bread.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

'In the tap room'

(acrylic and marker on 6x20" canvas)

Monday, December 19, 2016

She's baaaaaack!

To round out his cabinet, The Orange One just named Christine O'Donnell Witchfinder General of the USA.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

'The gold dog and his friends'

(acrylic and marker on 16x20" canvas)

Friday, December 16, 2016

'The musician without his hat'

(acrylic and marker on 16x20" canvas)

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Make every day a Dolly-day

Dolly is love.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Trump's cabinet takes shape.

Our soon to be new Sec. of State at a national security briefing.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Congratulations Piyumi!

Sparky's student worker from Sri Lanka got her Master's degree in chemistry today.  It's been an uphill battle for her but she hung in there and did it.  I couldn't be more proud of her.

Friday, December 9, 2016

Not gonna do it (UPDATED)

The woman from the local magazine who wanted me to do her job for her without paying me finally contacted me back after I sent her another email saying that I took her silence to mean that she would not paying me for writing for her little publication.  This was her response to me:

"Actually you won't be writing for our publication. It was an offer for you to talk about yourself and help promote your artwork and use our magazine as a vehicle to do so, but if you do not want to, then that is your prerogative. In the 6 years we've been producing our magazine, we have never been asked to pay for a feature, so thanks, but no thanks. We already have other artists that are willing to send us stories and pictures of their work without need for compensation."

And so I responded by sending her this:"Actually you were asking me to work for your publication. For free. I don't produce any work for corporate media for free. The other artists who are willing to produce articles for you are suckers who have fallen into the trap of providing work for you for free because 'it's good exposure.' Which is bullshit because in this area exposure in publications like yours is meaningless because of the scarcity of art galleries that sell original work at fair prices.

Also, just because your magazine gets distribution, that doesn't mean that people read it. I've seen it and have never ever picked up a copy. It's someone's vanity production."

Then the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got and I sent her this as well:

"I'm still not sure you understand what you are asking of people. So, let me break it down for you, if you get paid for doing work for that magazine, then anyone else who writes for it should get paid as well. It's actually pretty simple. "

I'm not going to link to the publication in question because to do so would give them exposure and if they want me to advertise their product, then they're going to have to pay me. And also because linking them would ruin my perfect record of never viewing their website, along with my never having read one issue of their little magazine.

This incident proves yet again that the local corporate media in my area of east TN is really awful.

The co publisher of the magazine in question sent me a private message on Facebook telling me the humble beginnings of her little publication and how enlightened they are for not charging artists for doing stories on them. She went on to say a bunch of other horse shit but what it boiled down to was that she's not going to pay me to write for her magazine because she thinks the exposure in her rag is worth more than money. To which I said:

"Of course you don't charge people to do coverage on them, that would be idiotic. But if you pay others to write for your vanity publication, then you'll pay me as well if I write an article for it, even if it's an article on me and my art. Other artists in this area have been cowed into thinking that they should give their work and time away for free in order to get exposure in an area that doesn't value their work. Not me. If you want my work, then you pay me for it. That's a pretty simple idea, one on which our current capitalist system was founded on.
There's no need for you to tell me all about your little magazine's humble beginnings, I don't care about any of that because like I said, I've never found your publication worthy of my time and after being asked to work for free for it, I highly doubt I ever will."
Then after getting counsel and opinions from people I know and respect, I tried to send her another message that said that in any other region of the country a magazine that wanted to do a story about an artist would send out a reporter to do an interview with said artist and then they'd go write an article based on that interview. But in this region where the populace routinely votes against it's own self interest by electing Republicans all the time, where wages are depressed, and where corporations and business cows workers into subservience, magazines like her can get away with expecting people they want to do articles about to work for free for them. I also tried to encourage her to develop a more ethical and responsible business model, but she and her magazine blocked me from sending them private messages and they blocked me from commenting on their little Facebook page.
So once again, the corporate media in this area shows how horrible they are.
Fuck you VIPSeen. And fuck your stupid shitty magazine.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Some good news for a change

Trust me, she's pretty pumped about it.