15.Jan.2012 If I ever become famous for anything, this will probably be it.

Quick question: What does Pee-Wee Herman have in common with hipsters? Everything.

"I know you are, but what am I?"

I believe Pee-Wee Herman is the OG hipster, and here is why:

1. The film Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure follows Pee-Wee across the country in search of his beloved bicycle. His Scwinn fixie tricked out with streamers, a lion head horn, a shark fin and possibly other things I failed to notice. You know who else likes custom fixed gear bikes? Hipsters.

2. Whether or not Pee-Wee is an actual child or just a child-like man, he sure loves to watch cartoons. Instead of watching currently popular cartoons like He-Man or Thundercats, he preferred to watch cartoons from the 1930’s-40’s. Cartoons you’ve probably never heard of.

3. Pee-Wee hung out with Lawrence Fishburne before he was famous.

4.His hobbies include ant farming, preforming magic tricks, and creating large tin foil and rubber band balls.

5.  Not only does Pee-Wee have his own house band, the band is made up of three too-cool-for-school beatniks. Do you know what used to be a synonym for beatnik?

That’s right: Hipster.

I could probably think of more, but to be honest I’ve spent too much time thinking about this already and it’s too beautiful outside today to sit at my computer. I want to come back later and write on the exclusionary nature of the secret word of the day, but fore now here are some Macros.

Hey Kids! Play along at home:

22.Jul.2011 Internets: Serious Buisness?

So I’ve had stuff up here before but I’ve deleted it all. Twice.

Basically, here was my internal dialogue: “I don’t even know why I have Wordpress installed on my website. No one’s going to read what I write anyways. Wait. What if someone does read what I write? What if it isn’t polished enough? What if I’m not funny? What if people notice what a fraud I am? I don’t have anything interesting to say.  Oh well, I will just post this. Wait! That was terrible, lemme delete it.”

Let me just say that if you expect me to write some dazzling prose or stunning bon mots or to contribute to “the conversation” , I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. Because I’m not Sylvia Plath or Dorothy Parker or that lady who wrote Sex and the City even. I never know what “the conversation” is about.  I’m a grown-up version of the little girl who wanted to grow up to be a ballerina or a mime or a french revolutionary.  I write silly little stories about monsters and time travel and old ladies. I draw and knit and drink tea.  Someday I might make super awesome comics with my talented artist best friend if we (mostly me) ever get over our nerves and start failing.  So why was I trying to act otherwise? Why did I think internet strangers would care? Why did I care?

Anyways, forget all that existential whinging. Here is some poop I drew.

p.s: with any luck, that mime thing still might happen.