May 27th, 2010
2:06 AM me: um. When you least expect it, I’m going to throw you an unbirthday extravganza.
2:08 AM stefan: oh brother.
2:10 AM I’m trying to map out large illustrations. Storyboard them I guess. This is stressful.
2:30 AM me: um….
storyboard illustrations? like a series?
2:31 AM stefan: nah….just trying to work out some ideas for ink drawings on thick white illustration board I had custom cut at pearl.
2:32 AM I have two neat old white frames for them already. I’m trying to think of what to draw.
2:33 AM So far, I drew a pickle with a hat.
2:34 AM me: um.
how big is the pickle with hat?
stefan: about half of a pinky.
me: on special cut illustration board?
2:35 AM stefan: :::hit hits table:::
sigh.
i want to start creating pieces that may carry my name when I’m dead.
and so far, I’m gonna be remembered as the guy who drew a hat on a pickle.
:l
me: a sombrero wearing pickle is TOTALLY the way to leave a legacy.
2:36 AM 😀
stefan: everyone will just think it’s a jalepeno.
me: don’t Mexicans have pickles?
2:37 AM stefan: no…just jalepenos.
me: wait.. how do I know it’s not a cucumber?!?
stefan: see. this whole thing is a wreck.
I don’t even know what I’m drawing.
2:38 AM me: He could be a spy. pretending to e all pickley…. but all untainted inside.
you’ll hve to slice him open to find out.
2:39 AM stefan: Pickle P.I.
2:40 AM me: So, I was going to ask you… if I end up by your house again… would it be easier for you to have me by when you actually know you have work? I mean, that way I wouldn’t be….
a distraction.
Like my presence is some symbol of slacking, or something.
2:41 AM I doooooom thee to non productivity and aimless driiiiiiiiiving….. and ouuuutingsssss…… whoooooo oooooo OOOo oooo.
stefan: :l
me: While you are busy, I could cook a pickle pie.
2:42 AM stefan: so…besides my drillbot funneled world catastrophe sci fi story idea….what was my other one?
I had some other idea recently….do you remember.
2:43 AM me: gosh, you totally just pretended I didn’t ask something.
ummmmm…..
2:44 AM stefan: no i didn’t.
me: ummmmmmmm…….
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
stefan: you said a whole bunch of stuff.
me: no, I totally don’t.
stefan: well then, you get no answer.
me: I only remember the drill one.
2:47 AM stefan: the answer to your question is…i don’t know. Maybe.
okay.
me: okay.
I still don’t remember your other scifi story, though….
make it….
2:48 AM about how I’ve got the cybernetic brain worms.
stefan: sigh…i was just trying to remember to maybe get a idea for a single drawing.
2:49 AM I’m not writing a story at the moment.
me: and I infect people by digging my fingers into thier flesh, and they come scurrying down under my skin, and my fingernails lift and they pour out my fingers into the wounds I dig into them.
2:50 AM stefan: A…I don’t know what you’re talking about.
me: just grab people by the face and crunch them and let my worms invade thier faces.
stefan: and B…why are YOOOOOOU the star of this story?
This is about me.
2:51 AM and possibly the pickle.
2:52 AM me: FACT #1: a tribe in Zimbabwe worships a single shoe that had made it’s way through the clothing drive system to their dusty land. They dream of it’s owner. they knew, the moment it arrived, alone, without it’s pair, that the owner of such a shoe was special. Godlike.
stefan: ::drawing jalepeno with a sombrero:::
me: The shoe has it’s own hut, where it is visited daily. It is on an altar, surrounded by gifts of luscious furs and delicious foods.
2:53 AM That shoe was once the property of a Stefan Decarlo.
stefan: :::falls out of chair::::
me: (it’s your birthday, so you get a whole bunch of nice words.)
2:54 AM stefan: a story about my shoe?
you shouldn’t have.
me: about how worhsipped you are.
stefan: well..my shoe.
2:55 AM me: your shoe… BECAUSE YOU ARE GODLIKE.
2:56 AM The Zimbabweans know.
They gots a nose for these things.
2:57 AM stefan: I think you’re smoking old shoes.
3:06 AM me: Sometimes, when I get out of the shower… I bite my toenails. Do you think that’s disgusting?
3:07 AM I should let you take pictures. It’s probably make for an interesting pose.
3:09 AM Y’know…
3:10 AM I did know that your birthday was at the end of this month, and I was really angry that all this money stuff ended up popping up out of the blue, because I’d had PLAAAAANNNS.
I’m annoyed at the world for making my plans not work.
3:11 AM I can’t seem to plan ahead in a timely manner for your birthday things.
stefan: oh please.
3:12 AM I need no gifts that rely on a monetary agency.
Besides, maybe a cupcake.
3:14 AM So…you better make me cupcakes sometime in the near future.
Or muffins.
me: I made you cupcakes once. and you didn’t like them.
But you were very very polite about it.
stefan: because they had splenda in them.
me: You pretended you didn’t hate them.
stefan: and the tops were sprinkled with more spenda.
splenda
me: No they weren’t…..
wierdo.
3:15 AM stefan: and instead of flour, you used splenda.
fine, then make me a sandwich.
3:16 AM me: ok, I have to go and try to accomplish something.
3:17 AM SOMETHING!
I’ll be back.
stefan: yep.