Friday, November 25, 2011
Been working on a number of things not yet ready for sharage, so I decided to take a cue from the television world and offer up a re-run.
This here's called "Last Days of the Bourgeois Pigdogs" and I sold the original at a fund-raiser a couple years ago. Regrets. I always felt I knew my pigdogs better than anyone else could know them, and that also the piano-playing duck had an important backstory. Now I worry that they're all stuck in some guy's garage, being not merely misunderstood but completely silenced.
Now I'd like access to the part of my brain that produced this, but I believe the roads have been closed because of construction in another part of the city, so to speak. That's all right. This is a reminder that even if I amuse no one else, I entertain my own strange self.