My Buddy, Art

This is “Art”. I’ve had him for about 10 years now. He’s cast from a boxer’s lifecast, made of surgical latex. He’s both a statue and a punching bag. Well, he was designed to be a punching bag, but he has the obvious statue appeal.
He’s wearing my bicycle helmet, and the eyes are from the early version of the “my eye” picture. He has a third function—scarecrow. People are often startled by him—at a glance, it looks like someone’s lurking by my back door. He’s even surprised me a few times. He is adjustable—you can raise and lower him to suit the height of your choosing. He stands up to being punched and kicked – witness the streaks on him. Those are from a variety of gloves and shoes. I have never kicked him barefooted—the few times I’ve given him a bare knuckled swat discouraged that.
“So, Trey—you’re a Buddhist and all—what’s up with this?”
I once read that for a pauper to renounce wealth is meaningless. So I reckon for a person no good at kicking ass, renouncing violence would be equally meaningless. Plus, it’s great exercise.

What's the Difference Between the Internet and my Refrigerator Door?/ (what's RED and INVISIBLE?)

......Bloody nothing, mate!
OKay, busted-- I utterly dote on my goddaughter. I just got home from my first visit in months--her ma, the beautiful and talented Lilly, is always so busy doing the full time supermom gig, as well as working when she can, that it is difficult for us to synchronize our schedules. Nox,(the wee lassie) is the most well behaved, secure child I've ever known. She even puts Michael's lot to shame--if they had any, the wee monkies :)
Lilly has given me permission to photograph her artwork for inclusion here on STB. I'm so delighted, as I suspect will you be, as well, when you see it. (DON'T ask me to diagram that last sentence). But in the meantime, here is Nox's latest gift to me--she always has some handmade bit of art for me-- we've graduated from playdough shapes and pages from colouring books to this hand drawn delight. My favorite bits: The hair floating just above the girl's head, and the spectacle-like eyes on the doggie. I believe this to be a self portrait, although Nox has flaxen hair and a pale complexion. Ok, enough proud godfather gush.

Lame-arsed update

I saw this at "MySpace"--made me giggle, and feel kinda wrong about it. When, oh when will people end this simultaneous humiliation of fuzzy bunnies and the senseless waste of perfectly good pancakes?