Friday Fuuurrriction...

LOL - thanks Alexander :)

1948 cartoon...

Keep in mind that Harding College is a Church of Christ School; so religious reference aside - given who produced it- still makes the cartoon very cutting edge for 1948 - and is eerily relevant to what is going on today...

Bang bang Max

Well it is a beautiful day in New Orleans, so why did I start it with crying ?

My Next Door Neighbor was having a heated argument with his next door neighbors – The Bitch – yes lovely story – maybe they will move when she goes to prison.

Anyhoo – after the shouting match was concluded – evidently my Neighbor was a victim of their scheme – he pulled out of his parking place and rammed into my baby – my 1 month old new car – TIM – named for the license plate TIM 315.

At least my neighbor is honest and willing to pay for all damages; but it is a hassle to get the car fixed and get a rental etc. and I have to admit that it is never the same after your new car gets into an accident. My neighbor was about as upset as I was so I did not make him feel any worse than he already felt; good thing it was me not my alter ego Raspootin

This song keeps going through my head

hair today gone tomorrow....

you could ask yourself


you could ask yourself


once in a life time...

Last night Raspootin – not me definitely Raspootin was having a dream about styling Cathy B’s hair. The only problem was that Cathy’s B hair was filled with black fungus and little bugs. The people looking at her skillful do- making kept saying that that it looked great, so Raspootin figured that she must be imagining the infestation.

Well about this time Raspootin woke feeling the call of Nature – around 4:00 am. As she tried to get out of bed she realized that her book was affixed by some mysterious subject to the side of her head. So she tried to put on her glasses to see what the deal was and could not get them on as the book and whatever was in her hair was blocking the process. Immediate call to contact lenses… upon further sighted investigation Raspootin to her horror realized that the book was stuck to her head with a large wad of gum; nestled conveniently at the root of her hair directly above her left ear. After much pulling, the book came away and the cover of the book was still firmly in place against her ear.

4 am – not so much a favorite time on Raspootin’s list – in fact Raspootin pretty much looked like the lead singer of The Talking Heads, kind of gyrating around wondering what to do. Finally the decision was made to make a drastic cut.

Typical that one of the biggest Gallery nights of the season is Saturday night and now poor Raspootin has a large bald spot. Could have been worse and she could have fell asleep face forward on the book.

The strange thing about the incident is that Raspootin never chewed gum before she went to bed. Raspootin was unaware that there was even any gum in the house; with the exception of nicorette which turns to stone the moment it is removed from ones mouth.

Just another mystery of how the gum could have possibly got on the back of the book ; how Raspootin could have failed to note it was there, and of all the bad luck – roll on the book in her sleep and get it stuck in her hair.

BW – I swear it is catching…

nasty brain business...

EWEEEWWEEE fried rat brain for dinner; now that is an icky bit if raspootin ever saw one

college best try ?

So Raspootin tried to have a creative labor day....



Raspootin's friend gave her an un-done fleur de lis ; and Rapootin wants to add that she is a bit awkward that "give" was not really the basis; she asked and then was given.

So a blank slate of fleur de lis. Raspootin likes blank slates on which to build a creative process.




lets spray it all gold and then do a saints theme ?

not so much... Raspootin's paint is all like 200 years old and was in the day approved by the Royal family of Russia... so what to do, we can not have 200 year old paint on the artifact in question...

Well maybe it will hold up better than the Romanov family

Raspootin puts on old paint then sprays with an even older than 200 year old glaze. like from Cleopatra's time) The paint dissolves, the glaze is like a thick icky bit... Paint is just not made like it used to be.

But low and behold, the end product is questionable but not horrid.




Thank you FR or IH or whom ever you are today for letting me play.

Cleopatra & Romanov family would have had me executed for this... oh I forgot the proletariat did execute me but at least not for this.

Raspootin rests in her case of fleur de lis painting and says given another go - with better paint it could perhaps sell, but not as well as the one who gave her the blank slate.

oink oink

raspootin is afraid to go into her boss's office...



She thinks he may have swine flu...