I had this scary dream last night. For some reason the incredible Hulk was after me. I was running through the streets at night, trying to get away from him. Then he turned into an airplane, and was fireing lasers at the street trying to kill me. Oh yeah there was a red hulk trying to get me too, he was wearing a black vest. this dream was so intense that I had to wake myself up, and watch some cartoons to get the scary images out of my head.

Ivan sent me this:
Just thought you might want to see this. It's from my friend Don who I worked with on Dark knight and gave the robulator box set to.
"BTW, I've been listening a lot to Robulator lately. I find it inspiring and intimidating at the same time! I'm in awe of his song writing skills And I'm not even half way through his prolific output! Are there drugs I can take to become more like him?"


Cate posted this bulletin:
Check out the latest video I posted called "3xs sweeter than sugar." by my fellow artist and friend...Robulator. He's truly an inspiration to me . Such a great talent!!. I'm priveledged to know and work with him. We are currently working on writing music together...and soon on the storyboard for Valerie Stone.






If you have a moment...check out his stuff. And, drop by my blogs and check out what I write about. I have a wild creative mind, and when I get together with other minds like mine, well its magic. end.

I am trying to be humble now, but these kind words mean more than you can ever know. thank you!

I went to school with this guy Tim. As long as I knew he always dressed pretty much the same. Slip-on Vans, corduroy pants, an O.P. style shirt, with a puffy vest, and hair parted in the middle. Tim was a quiet person, that did his school work, and didn't say much. Although I knew Tim for many years, I never really got to know him. He was just some guy named Tim. All through high school just this guy named Tim. Then the second to last day of school Tim shows up to school dressed all "punk". He was wearing eighteen hole Doc Martins, levies jeans tucked into his boots, an Exploited t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, spiked wristbands, and his hair was all spiked up with hair gel. This was a vary different look for a guy that kept such a low profile for so long.
The next day (the last day of school) he returned to him regular way of dressing with Vans, cords, puffy vest, hair parted in the middle.
Well at least he can tell friends and family about how he was all punk in school, even if it was just for one shinning day.

For thousands of years people have been making paintings and art as a way of adding beauty to a space,tell a story, or to keep a historical record of people and events. As a result many, many fine examples have been produced.


Since the advent of the camera painting kinda became obsolete as a way of keeping a historical record. the camera, simply dose it better. Around this time abstract art was starting to be accepted. The notion that art didn't have to follow any set down rules, and could just "be" was not such a bad thing, in that time.


the fact that fifty, one hundred, one hundred fifty years later it is still celebrated as genius, makes me wonder. Is this some great scam? A refuge for the talentless, or just a case of the emperor's new clothes.


Paintings that look as if they were painted by babies, or elephants with paint brushes are fine, if they were painted by babies, or elephants. but not when they are painted by adults, and being sold to public museums for large sums of money. (LACMA. MOCA).
paid for by everyday people, but not realy intended for everyday people. mostly intended for art snobs, who will prentend to understand these blobs, smears, and drips of paint as something more than what they are.


if talent is not a requirement, then anything is art, then everything is art, and nothing is art. this approach could kill good art. I have seen realy great, realistic, thoughtfull, beautiful paintings dismissed "mere illustrations" by art snobs. and in the same breath praise a soup can(an actual illustration) as brilliant.


the fact is if it makes you happy then it has worth, but ask your self dose the art make you happy or is it more fun to be part of a crowd that pretends to understand something that in fact is not even there.
One of the best artist I ever met (and I have met many) was this guy painting T-shirts at the car show. he could paint from memory any car with any rims, in a stylized way that was just awesome. all in about ten minutes. his work would be scoffed at, but if I were to frame an oily rag that would be genius.
I think modern art is a joke.

I decided to toast a marshmallow. I didn't have a fire going, nor did I want to build one. Instead I put a marshmallow on a fork and proceded to cook it over the open flame on the stove. when it got nice and brown, I, just with my teeth scraped off the toasty outer skin. It was good. I was left with the much smaller middle part still all melty. I when I wrapped my lips around the fork to retrieve the rest of the marshmallow I heard a "sizzle". The fork was still vary hot, burning the inside of my lips, and leaving a brand mark that looked like the four prongs of the fork. ouch!
Don't do that.

Do you need a portrait painted? Get a portrait of yourself, loved one, pet, whatever.
Tired of staring at that blank wall?, then get a painting done.
The writers strike has left me with alot of free time.
check out "paintings" in my photos.
Thanks
Rob
oh yeah I'm doing this to make some exrta dough.

It must have been 1978. The T.V. show Happy Days was filming the crash up derby episode (with Pinky Tuskadaro) at the Indian Dunes motorcycle park. my family and I were there riding motorcycles unaware of the shoot.
my sister Kelly came Riding in and said " Bobby get a pen and paper there filming Happy Days over there. let's go see if we can get the Fonz's autograph.
After a short ride we were there. we parked the bikes and looked around. Kelly said hey look there's Mr.C (Tom Bosley) He was sitting in a folding chair reading a news paper. I nervously walked over to him with pen and paper in hand ( mind you I was about 7 or 8 years old at the time) I politely asked Mr. C "can I have you're autograph please" he replied No! and went back to reading the paper.
my sister said forget about him nobody wants his autograph anyway, hey look it's Richie! (Ron Howard) go ask him. he was standing outside his trailer drinking a Coke. I started walking twards him pen and paper in hand. He watched as I got closer, when I was close enough to ask for an autograph, he turned around steped in to his trailer and slammed the door. he didn't say a word.
I had enough. being snubbed twice I was ready to leave. with my head held low I started to make my way back to my motorcycle, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Potsie (Anson Williams) he asked if it would be ok if he could sign an autograph for me. he explained that he realy likes to sign autographs, and didn't get a chance to sign any today. He signed my scrap of paper, and asked me if I was thirsty. he then gave me a pop from a giant ice chest (I think I picked a 7up)
Kelly and me left to go back to riding motorcycles the rest of the day.
I never did see the Fonz

It was 1980, and me and my family were extras in the movie "the Devil in Max Devlin" a Disney picture. Part of the movie was filmed at a motorcycle park where my family would ride, and race motorcycles. we were paid with tickets to the Super bowl of Motorcross.
Bill Cosby played the part of the Devil. His wardrobe was that of a "biker" leather Jacket, leather pants, and a studded belt with a big silver skull belt buckle.
Bill Cosby was sitting in a directors chair waiting for his seen. after a short while a bunch of kids surrounded him asking questions. He was easy to recognize from his many appearances on "Electric Company", and "Fat Albert".
One kid who was probably my age (10 at the time) ask Bill if he could have his belt buckle. Mr. Cosby replied " I don't know why you want it. you wont be able to wear it after I shove it up your ass." he then took a big puff off his cigar, and didn't say much after that.
No matter what he did after that ( "the Cosby show" Pudding comericals,) he was always that mean jackass from the motorcycle park, to me.

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