Tourist Trap Commission

I did this for a good friend of mine, who's graduating class wanted a carnival themed board with the faces cut out for photos. (For those wondering, yes, that's the bearded lady.) It's a 5-foot square piece on plywood with stands. I had a lot of fun doing this, even though it's not the style I usually paint in. Gives me some ideas, though...

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I can't believe I never posted this! It was so much fun!

Eye Rant and Eye Rant...

Okay, it must be said. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks this. Or perhaps I'm the only one who would think about this. But here it is.

You know those things above our eyes? No, not the eyebrows. Lower. There ya go. Right on the lids. Those little hairs. I know they serve a purpose. Their one and only purpose is not to make eyes look prettier. It is to keep things, like dust or debris, or small animals, from getting in our eyes. What a concept! Sounds good, in theory. But consider this. While they are busy keeping things out, what is the one thing that always goes right in your eye?? A FRIKKIN' EYELASH!! Shouldn't we have a secondary line of defense against that first line of defense? Perhaps another row of eyelashes. Yeah, so when the first row tries to drop one onto our precious little orbs, we have that added protection. But then there's the chance that the second line of defense drops one of their little soldiers in. Really, we're screwed. Eyelashes defy their very purpose by not being immortal. If they never got old and fell out, we wouldn't have this issue. But no. Our tiny eyeball troops are as human as we are, and don't last forever. So they drop. Then we pick them up (or out). Then what do we do? We make a frikkin' wish on it before breath-blasting it into oblivion! You know what my wish is? I wish my eyelashes would stop falling out.

Li'l Chaos 5/4/11

Me: Trin, you might want to go in the bathroom and wipe your face. You have a big glob near your mouth.
Trinity: Okay.
Me: Did you brush your teeth this morning?
Trinity: Yes.
Me: Well, that's what it must be from, then.
*five minutes later, after she puts her shoes on*
Me: Trin, please go in the bathroom, look in the mirror, and wipe that glob off.
Trinity: Why do I need to look in the mirror?
Me: So you can see where you need to wipe.
Trinity: How do you know it's there?
Me: Because I'm looking at you!
Trinity: But I brushed my teeth last night. And I wiped my face last night.
Me: I know you did. And you also brushed them this morning.
Trinity: How do you know that?
Me: Because you told me! I asked you if you brushed your teeth this morning, and you said "yes." And now you have a new glob.
Trinity: *blank stare*
Me: *eyefork*