Cumple

             It was my brother's birthday yesterday.  That's him on his 7th birthday superimposed into my Momma's reverse Wutang hands.  He's an old ass man now.  But he used to be sooo cool sooo cool what happened?

          Just kidding. Happy birthday brother - I love you. Aren't you glad we don't have to dress up in matching satin and polyester like tiny prom dates and share birthdays anymore?   I like how you have a black eye here and a thick head of hair while my tiny bald ass teeters on the brink of danger as Mom spots me from behind because my walking legs hadn't come in yet. 

Brown power- flipped up brim, derby jacket and khakis.

I thought you were never a cholo?

       

           This is my favorite picture ever.  It's not the quality but the quantity (of faux pas).  Dodger stadium.  '88 championship hats resting high up on big permed locks.  Marios mullet creeping- you can't tell here but I think the tips were "sun-in" bleached. Starter jackets, ah to be young again.

            As you can see not much has changed.  He just rocks a fade now.   And closes his eyes in pictures.  I made this cake & these cupcakes for him. Remind me never to think I'm Ace of Cakes ever again.

TRUE BLUE

                Little Isis is my muse (sometimes baby hedgehogs).  I'm constantly inspired to craft miniature personalized get ups like this Dodgers one. We shot this last friday, when we opened up that series against the San Francicso vaGiants.  I think she was good luck.

Click on the trading card for more frames from that day.

INSIDE EDITION

        I'm sure I will never again be on or within the jacket of any type of scholarly journal ,  so let me ride the high donkey for a shake, ok? When I was little I minored in Brown studies, my nose was always buried deep in Aztlan microfilm (or online articles but that  doesn't sound as romantic).  Needless to say, I'm honored that Chiquidracula is a coverboy. Thanks to Colin for co-signing and to the folks at the UCLA Chicano Studies Research Center for facilitating. 

Kindle action.  I got your ipad page turning animation right here.

Forever d-leaguer

Can you buy me these?

SPRING HAS SPRUNG

        Opening day!  Probably the only day I play the part of overzealous fan before 161 games of unquiet and dread.  Now, if only I could find my wacom pen so I could finish up this portrait of Rhianna's rude boy.  I need Kemp to carry my fantasy beis since my draft was a bust.  I hate being on the clock!  I panic and end up with abysmal-ranked first basemen that no one  of sound mind rubbernecks in the 12th round.  I was clearly making a pass at Carlos Quentin but nooooo sneaky undermining Yahoo! and Cookie Jar treachery. 

Like it or not,  the Dodgers opening day line-up.  I gotta go- 10:35 am start time.  Rough.

Some hilarity and absurdity.

Can LA sign Cust? Thanks.

POST-HASTE

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y  Dosey Doe- or actually it's designer.  This spring (or early summer depending on who you talk to) Dosey Doe and the Bonkers Brigade will be commemorated in T-shirt form & available for purchase. Don't buy weed cookies or purple drank this week and save up for one. It's the least you can do, unless you need to buy your Mom's meds or pampers for your shitty kids.