PAYBACK-TO-BACK

      I would like to thank all those that took time to write words of encouragement once the Lakers  had dropped games 2, 4 & 5 and thought the series was a Beantown wrap.  Hope that crow is to your liking.  Jerks. 

     Also, my brother is officially OUT from celebrating any Lakers championship parade today. Although I've asked to be unsubscribed from his mailing list he insists on his negatexts ruining my experience.  Here's how he copes with the pressure.

PAIN & GUILT:  1st quarter, not even 20 minutes into the game. 

ANGER & BARGAINING: Lower case not enough, he needed emphasis. I didn't even know he knew how to do all caps.

REFLECTION: Well, well, well...

ACCEPTANCE & HOPE:  Como si nada.

Alright now to find a link and take in some parade action. :P

CORAZÓN NOBLE

Amor de Padre, que todo lo demás es aire. 

        My Dad loves hotcakes, pork cracklins and the World Cup. That's his life right now.  He's my life, always.  I love you Puchie.

CHIQUITIBUM

        I've been training all week in order to be somewhat cognizant for tomorrow morning's fut, 7 AM?  Me lleva la _______.  Normal sleep hours are a challenge.  The best I've done is dozing off sometime between Jimmy Fallon's musical guest and the top stories on Sportscenter.   That lasted  all of 2 days.  I need to log Z's!  Let's hope the rage from witnessing the Bostonian Keltics antics (game 4) does not creep into my  nighttime head movies.  A slobbering high def Big baby in super shlomo does NOT a good look make.  Neither does this...

   

   So catch the Mundial vapors like the rest of us!  Get caught up on all the highs and lows beginning with this goofy good 86' Mexico World Cup footage set off with  innovative motion graphics amidst pre-Columbian interpretive dance.  This is all should have been covered in your brown studies courses. 

¡Vamos Mexico!   

TRIANGLE DEFENSE

If the Lakers hope to repeat I'm gonna need more defensive pantsing, aggressive stealing of high fives and intimidating selling of woof tickets.

ALMA GRANDE

       I love this lady for loving the llorona y piojosa baby Mitsy pictured here. ¿Y esa cara?  Yuck.  Sorry for forcing you to watch all kinds of sports on your Mother's day(s).   Sorry your worst case scenario team won Amazing Race ruining your day.  Sorry for popping out your rib while laying up in your womb trying to develop and grow eye lashes.  She won't let that go.  "Tientame aqui."  Oh brother.  I would go on but four boys from Philly already said it best and in spanish no less.

 

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.