Ohhh Dadi-O you're so COOOOOOL

So many exciting things happening. So many good bands that I'm listening to......Regina and Karen O I'm talkin' to you........

I think that once again I've fallen for two girls, in a fictional based relationship that is. What's that you say? never heard of it?....................it's the story of my life!!!!!!!!!!!! It all started off with Clarissa from Clarissa Explains it all. (on a side note, while visiting Universal Studios at like age 10 or something, I actually wrote out what I wanted to say to her if I met her on set. It went a little like this, "Please marry me Clarissa." to make a long story short, I visited the set of the show and she wasn't there.) My first experience of dissapointment. The whole way home my mom was asking me what was wrong............."nothing ma------you wouldn't understand". But I got over that and I eventually fell for Kimberlly from The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers, (pink and bad ass) then BAM! in your face off to Bradly from Hey Dude! What's more attractive than a girl whose a dude with dark hair, works at the pool, and rides horses. So.....we eventually split.........and I began to date (in my mind)Alex from Alex Mac. I guess I had a thing for tom-boys.

Nickelodeon......you're the porn industry of dirty thoughts and fictional relationships for little boys. I mean at the time...........wanting to hold hands.......maybe even kissing or hugging.....was A BIG deal...which can just about make any kid under the age of 12...I take that back 15.................wait......hold on.........yup...22....excited.

Those were true romances.......honestly....everything now is just too dramatic or scary or predictable. Fictional relationships never leave you with anything solid....WHICH IS THE BEST....because you're always guessing what it would be like to hold them close to you with a bowl of popcorn while you're sitting there together watching their own show on the show shower.......................I mean you know it would be lame as hell in real life...........but you just don't know now do you.........hence why it's awsome...to dream.

So it's all came to this.....my fictional crushes have reached new levels.....in the realms of female vocalists. Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the most elegant sounding voice of them all........Regina-I-Feel-Your-Pain-too-Specktor. You my friends have reached the top ten in Anthony's "Fictional yet sooooo "let's hold hands and walk to kresge....or maybe you can just drive me to Grand River?" kind of relationships.

So pretty....so elegant.............you gotta admit i've upped my standards.....WELL???!!!! IT COULD HAPPEN.................if I was Devendra or something. But OhhhhahHHHHh just you wait.....Bjork is married to an artist. I think Regina just took over Karen O's photo. O well, at least you can see her shoe at the top of the page.

This is us, at our photo shoot in the mid Atlantic.....we travel a lot to remote destinations no one knows about. Of course I mean, we had to bring this table map thingy and our action figures....what's sailing without them RIGHT?!!!!!!!!!

My Dad and I are setting up a project for the next few years. I hope it will go through. He'll send me short paragraphs about his life stories and or mine. Sort of in the context of creative non-fiction. Even when he refers to me, it won't be like "you did this", but "My son Anthony is the coolest cat in town" for instance.

I want to illustrate them but have some weird twist to them. Maybe having the text of the story spewing out of the characters stomach....something bizarre like that. Maybe having the subject sitting in his surroundings told in the story, but just sitting there in the story's real setting, just unwraveling what happened there out of his stomach or mouth with his hands. I just don't want to illustrate and simply put text underneath or on top of these fantastical stories my Dad has told me since I was little. There's always been a twist in my imagination when he sits me down and tries to tell me how he used to be a spy in Saudi.....I honestly have to give him credit for my imagination. Maybe one day he'll tell me he made these all up just so I would learn how to dream about things.

Maybe the illustrations would be sort of like if Norman Rockwell was on heroin, while cross breeding with the artist Ralph Steadman...................if that were possible at all....

But instead of having the text seperate, either having it playing interchangable roles within the characters in that given story. Or maybe just having the text thrown up across the random areas in the picture so they kind have to "piece it together themselves". That way it could symbolize how everyone I know has a different perception of my Dad and that the stories i've told are never viewed in the same way or the same chronological pattern.

I'm gonna need your help on this one Dude. Your code name on the internet is Dude. You know i'm talking to you half afro half carnivore-minus-the-carni.

We could even use it in our senior show. It might look pretty intense if we had 30 or so huge pieces of paper like the one shown above. I want to name it, "The Adventrues of a Paranoid Schizophrenic." There's actually a story behind that title too, I can't share it online, but i'll tell you later. Let's just use the phrase, "government cover-up", and also the phrase "that's why my mom thinks he's crazy". Know what I mean. Think you're up for it though? If you are, just give me two shakes of a lambs tail and we'll be on our way my glorious friend.

So anyway, he's sending me a story tonight, about a friend who was blown up in Vietnam.....something along the lines of that and and or being around explosions. He's got this one story he told me about when he was in Saigon. Some little boy handed him a coke can, and inside was secretly a granade, and my Dad's friend grabbed it from my army fighting Dadi-o, threw it on the ground and jumped ontop of it so it wouldn't injure anyone else around them. Turns out after the guy jumped on it and it exploded....he was left with no arms or legs. So really, this guy saved my dad's life, and it's just one of those moments where if that had not of happened, I wouldn't be writing this today.

Again though, he told me this when I was about 9, so I could have it all wrong and he could have just been going out to get some cokes with his buddies or something. That's why I can't wait to see how his true life stories will become illustrated by my imagination.

Okay well, that's all I really wanted to say tonight. Have a good night kid.