In Trouble With The Tombstone Blues

For my Pops.

--B

A Stoopid Pigeon Who Sits Outside My Office Window

I think he's plotting agin' me.

--B

Tim Russert

--B

Screaming Begorrah

My favorite sonic Irish mutant makes a second appearance on the ol' blog. Sean Cassidy, the screaming Banshee, rushes in to help his fellow X-Mens out. Probably the last individual I'll do before making an All-New, All-Different group pic, featuring a villain at the finish line of the group jog. So I leave it to you:

1. Who should they be fighting?

2. Should I include the Phoenix? As we all know, that girl can't stay dead.

I have a secondary idea brewing in me head as well. Aye, 'tis true, laddy.

--B

The Rapture: A Gathering of the Tobins

Well, last weekend, I attended a family reunion and survived. Above is a newly minted family crest to reflect what I remember most about it and what helped me forget a good deal of it. Little do people know that a beer keg was quite commonly depicted on the Tobin family crest for centuries, but due to political pressuring during Prohibition, the Tobins were forced to remove the offending image. I've decided that it's been long enough and that the tea-totaller big wigs on Capitol Hill are safely resting in hallowed ground and thus return the beer keg rightfully to our treasured family coat-of-arms. Pierre Tobin, the dreaded Irish pirate and scourge of the seas, would be quite proud indeed.

Good to see all you Tobins in your many splintered factions and, if you're reading this entry, give me a shout out on the comments. That is, if you're all still talking to me after the whole "burn-the-couch-and-throw-it-in-the-pool" incident...

--B

Heading To The Mil

Here's a pic of the old mascot for the Milwaukee Brewers: The Beer Barrel Man! Heading west for the Tobin reunion at my cousin Mike's place up there and, if I gots the time, I'd like to print this out for him. I know he digs the baseball, but don't know if he supports his local team. In any case, the mascot is a beer keg and that's pretty easy to get behind.

--B

Obsolete and Upset

Poor Soundwave, drinking his sorrows away as he finds himself a relic of a past century. Damn you iPod! Has the world gotten too high tech to accommodate a 20 foot robot who can transform into a mini tape recorder? Well, hang in there transformer buddy. If you keep dousing your sorrows with booze, Child Protective Services will take poor little Rumble away from you.

--B

Luigi's Koopa Kalamity

Luigi's in for trouble, trying to escape from a brown Koopa Troopa. Dig it.

--B

1Up

A new Mario for you. I bet you can guess where the inspiration came from. That Mario, he's a fiend for the ol' 1Up mushroom.

--B

Gerard, the Kitty

Here's a drawring that Cara helped me color, give spots to, and name. She's quite the art director. Meet Gerard...the kitty. He's an angry, ugly kitty. Life can be so cruel, just like Gerard. He uses a kitty litter box full of hate.

Heh. Gerard. Perfect.

--B

The Daily Commute

Ahhhhh, back in town and looking forward to tomorrow's morning-L-train-battle. This commuter here is inspired by a couple DVDs I picked up as I'm trying to study what makes John K's Ren and Stimpy and Jay Ward's Rocky and Bullwinkle tick. Enjoy fellow daily-grinding, train-riding, gridlocked, wage slaves.

--B