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Sunday, November 27, 2005

The Little People Claim It's How You Use It



Small. Illustration Friday.

Everything is relative.

That's not to say that your relatives are everything. They can be. They can want to be. Some relatives are very lonely. Some are lonely for everyone but you.

But I digress.

Speaking of relatives, to further illustrate the SMALL concept, here's a little forced perspective gag I did with my father and my son: The Amazing Grandpa Tony & Mighty Joe Young. This is a wmv file. You have to right click and "save link as" to play it!

-TTFN
Tony

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Have a clip!

I've added an audio clip to my profile. (Go under "profile" and click ye old "audio clip" button.) I thought everyone should hear my kind, gentle, romantic voice- in case anyone has any voice over work out there.

TTFN
-Tony

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Free to Play the Fool



Since I find myself sketching than not, I decided to make myself a deck of cards. After a few uninspiring starts, I decided instead to make my own Tarot deck. As far as I can tell- like any religious artifact- its worth is found in the belief of the thrower. Myself, I have no belief in it whatsoever, and if I did, I'd believe in something I made myself much more than something I bought in the "New Age" section at Borders. Either way, it seems like a fun thing to make.

Being a fool is freedom in itself- freedom from responsibility, guilt, or choices. It's us wise schmucks that are all wracked and twisted inside.

TTFN
Tony

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

An Open Message to The NY Daily News, The NY Post, and Any One Else in the Media Who Does Not Have Two Brain Cells to Rub Together.

Thanks, all of you who reported that the Firefighter-Impersonating Rapist is- or WAS- being tracked by his MTA card. Now, of course, the son of a bitch will get a new MTA card that he will pay cash for, that can't be tracked back to him. Who knows- maybe he'll sell his existing card to throw the cops off the scent, now that you mongoloids have informed him of their plans. Jerkoffs.

Lovingly yours
-Tony

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Happy Birthday to Me...

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me… 33 years ago my poor mother pushed me out into this blighted universe. Yep, only 33 years. That's it. They don't believe me at work- they think I'm in the witness protection program or something. It's my family's fault, I grew up around old people. What else was I supposed to grow up to be except older? At least I got the day off so I could go out and vote for whomever the union tells us to vote for. Here in NYC, we get to choose between the democrat and the incumbent democrat mayor who's running on the republican ticket. I'm running out of Muppets to write-in. (This year it was Uncle Deadly's turn.)


TTFN
-Tony

Sunday, November 06, 2005

The Children of the Night


A self-portrait of myself, at about 2am.

TTFN
-Tony