June 28th, 2021. You Can’t Handle the Troof.
(a picture from that time we visited the Roswell museum in 2007? It seems appropriate) Damn. Do you remember when Scientific American was a prestigious scientific magazine that your NASA
April 20th, 2021. Who SHOULDN’T you pray for?
I mean, I don’t pray for anybody. But I send out the good vibes cause I’m not religious but maybe I’m still superstitious. And thinking positively is sometimes all I’ve
April 12th, 2021. Help the Help Help YOU.
I take issue with how I’m treated. I don’t know how much of it is pride vs sour grapes vs prickly old-aged-raging-robism vs my own feelings of entitlement. I have
February 11th, 2020. Why I Hate Instagram.
I’ve been trying to parse my feelings towards Instagram. Not IG as an app per se: it’s cute, I enjoy scrolling through it, I like web comics and hashtag secretdoors
February 8th, 2020. Gettysburg.
Last night I played Gettysburg Rocks. Gettybsurg Rocks is a biannual event where Rob books about 200 artists at over 20 venues over the course of three days all to
November 14th, 2019. It’s just a bad day.
I’m feeling sad. Worn. Overwrought. It’s the world at large, it’s fear, it’s all the dark thoughts. Dark thoughts. As I mentioned, I’ve finally gotten into the health care system
November 11th, 2019. Next time, there will be BLOOD.
I’m stressed out. I might even have good reason to be. My pulse pounds, my skin feels hot, I get these HEADACHES. I don’t talk about health crap very much
November 2nd, 2019. Happy Halloween. Welcome to Marwen.
For all that I’ve always believed that the best art comes from pain, and the best artists are often truly seeking healing, I’ve always been uncomfortable with idolizing the damaged
More…November 2nd, 2019. Happy Halloween. Welcome to Marwen.
October 19th, 2019. Career Killers.
A friend gave me the unfortunate concept of “Career Killers” a while back. A gig SO defeating, SO viciously deleterious to your morale and self-esteem that it makes you throw
October 3rd, 2019. Tom Freakin’ Clancy.
There are plenty of people that I truly wish were still with us. On the personal scale, my father… on the artistic scale, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Henson and even