From what I can gather… and let’s face it, I was MADE for gathering… a hipster is someone who wears tight pants, drinks hot drinks out of eco-friendly re-useable containers, wears thick framed glasses and thinks everyone around them (not in the club) is somehow beneath or beside them.
Honestly, I could get behind all of that if it weren’t for the tight pants… not my scene baby.
Yeah, okay… I said it. It might be marginally cool to be a meme. Have that momentary moment of fake fame without the burden of fortune tied to it. Have my image manipulated and re-manipulated and mutilated and carved, sliced, split and torn up and win different languages all over the great world wide world. I am just asking for it every single day and every single night it doesn’t happen. I use enough deodorant and brush my teeth when I think about it… so what’s wrong with good ‘ol Bob? I could change, but I really don’t need to… the internet can handle all that for me, right?
There are many interpretations of interpretations… some aren’t exactly the cleanest, but hey… they’re there and some actually work.
I do not advocate running with scissors. You get nothing out of it…unless of course it’s in the emergency room and you’re a nurse or doctor. If you’re in that situation, then, sure… running with scissors is perfectly acceptable.
Can you tell I’m rambling on? I’m really looking forward to running with those scissors… if I win, I can finally get them to stop dumping their sharp wit on me.
It won’t be the cleanest race… I plan on cutting any corners I can.
Yes, I said it… I am in favor of stricter gun control laws. I may lose a few fans and friends for it, but I have to speak my mind and tail.
I’m not totally delusional… give me a bit of credit. I know that no matter how many restrictions, laws, waiting periods, credit and background checks that are put in place, a bad crafter will find a way to get that glue gun. It may be out of the trunk of some car in a Michael’s Art & Crafts parking lot. Maybe a friend who isn’t using their legally obtained glue gun lets another friend borrow it for a while… the next thing you know there’s macaroni art all over the place and nothing, I MEAN NOTHING is safe from the dreaded bedazzled treatment.
Laws aren’t going to do it alone. We need proper arts and crafts education, in the classroom, at home and in the media. I mean, let’s face it, the young generation gets most of their education from the media anyway. Teach proper glue gun safety. Let the future know that it’s just not right to do bad crafts. It’s a drag on the ego. It’s a drag on friends and family. Macaroni was meant to be in cheese or in red sauce… not glued to a hat and painted green.
I will not rest until the world is safe from glued on macaroni. Oh yes.
The Golden Globes were a big old bust for bob last night. It didn’t help that I wasn’t even nominated for anything. That right there could cut your chances of winning down significantly. I still have hope for the Nobel Peace Prize but I think my entry form was lost in the mail.
I don’t need awards, right? What do awards do? Make you feel better about yourself? Let others know how good you are at something? Give you a sense of accomplishment for all the behind the scenes work you do day after day after day after day? Let you know that somewhere, somehow someone or even many someones are paying attention to what you do and want you to know it’s all worth it.
Okay, maybe one little award would be nice. It doesn’t have to be the golden globes… it could be something much smaller… like maybe that cheese those lab mice eat. Or one of those milk-bones Frank gives the dogs for not killing the mailman. I don’t ask for too much, do I?
Some days, trying might as well be a double marathon. What’s the point? If you allow yourself to think about it for about two seconds, you see that the cost of inactivity is far greater than any “rest” you’d get by being a lump. We’re all tired…tired of waiting for the break, tired of working for that break, tired of working for something invisible or in existence somewhere you’ll never be or see. We’re tired of eating and wondering why we’re eating this. We’re sick of wondering why we treat ourselves so bad when we shouldn’t.
We’re sick of hearing that, “you look tired, you should rest.” Rest? Seriously?
So, I keep trying… even though it seems I wake up more tired than before I went to sleep. Even though the aches and pains seem worse the day after and more worse two days after. I get up and I try. Because, that’s what I do. That’s what Frank does. I have to admire him for that. Well, there’s no rule that says I HAVE to admire him for that.
I’m sure there will be loads of pictures taken at the exhibition opening… i’ll be hanging out with the chips and the diet coke… acting all cool and stuff. If you’re in the area, stop by and chill with us.
I’m about as into fashion as the next squirrel…which gives you an indication of exactly how fashionable I am. Real fur has fallen out of fashion… but there’s nothing I can do about that. I am a fur coat for the most part. At least it’s still with the original owner.
I love Frank, but honestly, would anyone wear a tie with a space helmet after Labor day?