My Godsons, los igualitos, Alex and Alexis turn 7 today!! 7? How'd that happen? I don't know. I also don't know when they became such noveleros. When I called to wish them a happy birthday all they wanted to discuss were the soaps Teresa, Raphaela, Triunfo del Amor, Dos Hogares, Cuando Me Enamoro...oh brother. <3!!
Just had a birthday. I had a small affair inspired by the party Stella (from the movie by the same name) threw for her daughter Jenny and by the colors pink and yellow, pink and yellow. Here's some shots from what I learned is called a "table scape" and my other decorations. Pan to a week later and I'm still kicking my way through balloons on the floor and I've done the minimal to restore things back to order. Can I leave it year round you think?
Pink and yellow candy bar.
My Best friend girl LittleMissCuppyCake made some delicious rose frosted black bottomed cheesecake cupcakes and S'more cupcake minis! And helped me with the icing on my cake.
My guest of honor Isis, got all kinds of chocolate wasted!
And I got presents! Presents are my best thing.
Thanks everyone!
The End.
Also, el Tacobike recently made the CBS news. I'm famous y'all!!! Click the screencap for the linkskie.
They chose this piece for the print. Took some horrible crap pictures from the touch but you get an idea for the size.
If this is all new to you, you're still living off the grid (faceplace). Made some more commerating "Zerts." This time for my big brother's birthday. The logo and shark fins are made of fondant. Went with the og sexier logo here. Ugghhhhh, there should have never been a game 7 but whatever whatever.
Went to LA to get my Fernandomania blanket. People think i'm joking but it really will be my child's recieving blanket. My intentions were to get this westsiiiiide Dodgers foam finger but I couldn't find the bootleggers. Are you in the LA area? ¿Me lo compras?
It was our first time sitting out in the left field pavilion. We even made it on to Dodgerfilms. :)
I send in onnne little image to one of my favorite Dodger blogs Vin Scully is my homeboy and all of a suuudden I'm accused of trolling forums and posting on message boards. I've never even thought of what user name I would have (EtchohuaquilaPark78) or nothing. But I am always thinking up dumb retorts and smack to talk (back) that are best expressed through my photoshop skills. Usually they stay in my brain, this one actually made it to out. It was well received.... bad news. That is all the encourgement I need to continue on my 2011 campaign to further pollute the interwebs with horrible hackneyed animated gifs & "shops." Some folks (three) found it offensive, having anticipated this con-TRA-ver-sy I made a radio friendly edit.
I still think the original version is more impactful and in the tradition of parking lot bootlegs I'm accustomed to. I'm from the school of Calvin Hobbs pissing, little English hooligan kid flippin the bird and overall placing a prefix/suffix of the suck or f*ck variety next to whatever team we're up against. It's comforting to me. But I understand. Like I wouldn't send my Dad the first one, but maybe the second one.
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This is just a reminder. Giants fans have always been stank, and that was before they even won ANYTHING. So you can only imagine now. FOH with your banner flying over our stadium.
Get hummmm-ble baby.
Let's revisit some of my old work.... (this should be animated)
And the crowd favorite and hilarious Apocalypto Chente...
KNOW NOW that if we play Words with Friends you're in for some deep shiiiit. And I'm not boasting about the level of my gameplay but actual deep-lifes important decisions- type shit. So don't engage unless you're ready for some in-game sideline WORDS with your friend Mitsy. I didn't capture the rest of this chat, but it concluded with some cruise control reassuring from my friend. "You'll adapt (really?)/ "you'd be a good Mom" ( I guess I do have birds?) She doesn't know these are just my general concerns about child REARING, it'll take me a few rematches to voice my fears about "some dude jacking me and his sperm growing in my stomach" as Lizard Lemon put it.
Note: I have no WORDS etiquette according to one A. Merriweather so be warned. I'll lock up the board with nonsense, blitz, sidebust, cock block and roll- all that, believe it. Turn off your notifications cause I be on some late night word formulation.
Made these corn dog cake pops for my best friend's (girl- childhood to ∞ category) birthday. She loves corn dogs and is a corn dog. These are "inside peanut butter outside jellllly" no they're not. I just wanted to quote Cadillac Don. They're actually chocolate innards, peanut butter shell with vanilla yellow candy melt "squiggle".
I also made her some sugah Wu-kies from my own cookie cutter.
ANNNND the other day was my friend Nancy ah- ah- Ahn's birthday.
Made these along with Melanie, my best friend (girl, high school- ∞ category) when she came to visit for CraftCamp spring 2011. Hope you enjoyed the musical component of this post. :)
Is it horrible that I have a google alert set for my name? Probably. So keep my name out your content or DON'T because the alert usually turns up a whole lot of nothing. But today I received a couple for this video. Here's the link to check out the accompanying write up.
Anytime someone sends word of POSITIVE response, request or mention of my work...I NEVER buy it. It's not even put-on humility just an innate refusal to swallow any and all favorable reception. I chalk it up to being brown. That is to say Mexican. NOOW, if you call me up and tell me Lencha said something stank- like my paintings are so goth right now- instinctively, no matter the sources' credibility or how far removed from first hand witness they may be...I'll believe that shit. DONE. Lencha is dead in my eyes, keep it moving.
It's a HORRIBLE way to live. You just can't shake that type of cultural conditioning. It's the same hardwiring responsible for thinking there is anything legitimately precautionary about reaching across the passengers chest upon stopping short at a red light. The same irresponsibility that allows me to believe I can prevent bells palsy by not eating dinner in front of an oscillating fan. You can't counteract a cramp by taking your saliva soaked finger and imprinting a cross on the sole of your foot (yeah- it worked because you just stretched it out trying to get to the bottom of your foot, you don't see that Mom? ) Furthermore, I'll just say it now, the sign of the cross is the nucleus of my OCD. It's my go to move for an infinite number of ordinary events throughout the day. Like, I'm not only doing it when I pass a church but when I see/hear an ambulance/firetruck, if I'm on the tail end of a red light, at the start of the defensive inning/possession and in attempts to alter the results of a televised rigged singing/dancing competition(s). It's crazy witchery that science has yet to disprove so gueessss whhaaat future Mitsy's babies, dems your whack beliefs too.
Oh yeah...so I was alert texted of my cameo in a short documentary about the probably thee best producer of all time, you know I thought I was being put on. Several interrogating texts later my interest was piqued enough to google search. Then, sure enough 7 minutes into the short MY commerative Dilla flashes before you. Couple seconds later, art work by "MISTY" Avila Ovalles confirms...you aint all that. And that's why browns always wait for the shoe to drop.
HERE!! Because unless you're a fan of J Dilla (which should pretty much be all of you directly or indirectly) you WON'T sit through this. Eventhoouuggh you sit through hella paternity test results and subsequent sprints backstage at 10am and 1pm pacific ery day.
SICCCKKK. Even if I did get played with the misspelling.
See mine has a donut on his necklace. I'm actually not clear on why they chose to cut from the original picture I drew from to my rendition. Let's pretend it's for legal reasons. Like he just wanted to throw mine up but had to credit the original flick. :) Thinking allll baad. It's ok, it's just feigned confidence.
I don't want to jinx it but it's only valentine's day and I've already doubled the number of shows I had in allllll of 2010. Hooow saad. :) I crashed the "Bittersweet" show over at Cukui with my very romantic "When a Macho Man loves a Woman" piece. If you think about it, it's very fitting that they would be in a bittersweet context seeing as they had a tumultuous relationship prior to Miss Elizabeth hitting the pipe alongside Lex Luger. I've also become a Randy "Macho Man" Savage expert by now. Not like to the level where I can rap along to his album but still. Did you know he was a baseball player? He never made it to the bigs but was in the Reds, Cards and Whitesox farm systems.
Here's the piece. Through the process. These were taken with my touch. I'll snap a better one when I get it back. That battery down there is a AA. For scale to show what a diiick that championship belt was and my tinsie three eyelash brush used to paint it. The shorts and fringe on the piece are embroidered.
I don't know these people but they get it. :)
photo credit: Stolen from the internets, Ben Wild's faceplace.
Awww! I want a video montage of my relationship set to the smooth jazz of Peabo Bryson & Roberta Flack. I swear to God right now, this will be my first dance song.
I want Randall Mario Poffo to feed me wedding cake! I want Bobby Heenan to attend my wedding reception and look on disapprovingly. I could only hope to look as beautiful on my big day in opulent puffy sleeves and lace as Miss Elizabeth did. I am not however registered for snakes.
"Candlesticks! Unbelievable!" hahaha
Also, my friend Alex caught these pics from the ChicaChic show on art business<--click for more
I don't want to jinx it but it's only valentine's day and I've already doubled the number of shows I had in allllll of 2010. Hooow saad. :) I crashed the "Bittersweet" show over at Cukui with my very romantic "When a Macho Man loves a Woman" piece. If you think about it, it's very fitting that they would be in a bittersweet context seeing as they had a tumultuous relationship prior to Miss Elizabeth hitting the pipe alongside Lex Luger. I've also become a Randy "Macho Man" Savage expert by now. Not like to the level where I can rap along to his album but still. Did you know he was a baseball player? He never made it to the bigs but was in the Reds, Cards and Whitesox farm systems.
