Friday, December 02, 2005

Thinking about Miami

Wondering about my little babies at Pulse. Reading blogs obsessively - not healthy, not healthy. The problem is that if you didn't sell you will most likely find out by hearing nothing, which only reveals itself to you slowly, over the course of days wherein you are not contacted by the witch/wizard revealing your wares...However, I read the following on "I Get My Show on the Road!" at rubberbandlazer.blogspot.com.

"Today was fantastic! It was out of control crowded during preview this morning and people were in a buying frenzy. We did above & beyond what we expected and so did nearly every dealer there that we spoke with. It was all so overwhelming but in a really good way.

My favorite thing was hearing from numerous art world folks that they liked Pulse much more than NADA. Word."

Let's hope that sentiment rubs itself all around. That would be special.

MM is hoping for the best. I pray to Steve Perry each morning, noon and night.

81 comments:

Anonymous said...

The future is powdery and orange, Steve Perry cannot change that. Do not be afraid.

Anonymous said...

I can hang your pictures from my stumps with picture wire. You are more likely to sell them this way. People love freaks.

fairy butler said...

to you - multi-faceted shamrocks mm.

checking my account i see that the wizard check DID clear. i am surprised. one more down, one to go.

Mountain Man said...

That is good stuff FB. Here's to getting the rest before the year is out!!

Anonymous said...

I've got tentacles on the PULSE, yo.

Mountain Man said...

Sloppy O, you are everywhere. How are your tentacles today? I hope they are not sore or bruised in any way.

Anonymous said...

It's a recurring issues. I cannot help being me. Apologies.

Anonymous said...

Hi! I am LOSING MY MIND. Obsessively checking blogs too. After 12 hours in beige hell I am back at it for a second round. I am muttering to myself, walking in circles e-tracking to the wrong addresses. I am not a good assistant. My telephone manner has become snappish. yesterday the mental facilities were in a downward slide. Today I am in the wonderland of horror. Pass me the noose.

Anonymous said...

My tentacles are busy picking up the vibrations around me. I had a very busy night last night. I had a special visit with my lady, baked a cake, fixed the TV and plucked my nose hair--all at the same time.

Anonymous said...

I don't want to hear about these runny corporeal topics. You are offensive to my delicate sensibilities. I am becoming the invisible underwear of time.

Anonymous said...

The tentacles are appropriate. The blogging feeds the depressed states. Let us dip into the drug bin.

Anonymous said...

Hammy--don't despair. I will come over and lend some hands. I will wrap you up in my tentacles and wisk you away from it all.

Anonymous said...

I love sloppy joes. Are you related sloppy o?

Anonymous said...

The sloppy joe is formless.

Anonymous said...

hairy back anyone?

Anonymous said...

Did you call? I am practicing my Yiddish.

Anonymous said...

Hair is a sign of evildoings. Please have your mother shave your back. Suckle from her teets once she has finished. Incest is for everyone.

Anonymous said...

Sloppy Joe is a distant cousin. He is white trash--needless to say.

Anonymous said...

Ham Paw, what have you done to deserve these punishments? You should assist me in destruction of the financial district. Let us finish what was started on 9-11. Don't tell anyone I said that.

Anonymous said...

Slopp Joe is my brother.

Anonymous said...

please soon! An existential crisis is beginning. why am I doing this art stuff anyway? Nobody cares and I'm in financial distress, spending all my time making things NOBODY WANTS, meanwhile working next to people with 2Million dollar bonuses. I am wasting my life.

Anonymous said...

dear Hammish Paw,
it is with great joy that I extend tidings of welcomes and hellos to you. Now please step aside while I mangle all the sirs. I am ready to do your bidding.

Anonymous said...

I love the sloppy joes that come in metal packet mixes. I like to stir it up with the meat and stick it in the soggy bun. Dip soggy bun into greasy sauce, like a french dip. It is tasty

Anonymous said...

No Hammy, you musn't doubt yourself! You are doing something wonderful and should not let the suits discourage you. I will take you to my octopus' garden...in the shade.

Mountain Man said...

My hair is greasy like the sauces you mention. Hams, there is no purpose to anything. Therefore please join me in a drugged union.

Mountain Man said...

You have had one day too long in the hell bucket of your job. It was unfair.

Anonymous said...

LEts crack the wip. The haves and have nots are not at war, because the trampling has already occured. Even the 20 year olds are getting 200,000 bonuses.

Anonymous said...

I am opening up beside your head Hams. Just lean a little to the left and you will disappear into the vapors. There are cash prizes for you here. There is pasta without punishment.

Anonymous said...

For shame on the world. For shame.

Anonymous said...

thanks for the love. I feel a little better now that I am with my kin again. The banker voices are scratching my eyes out. Lucky bastards get to rule the world. Sloppy o, I won't tell. I can't comment on how I feel because of deep seated paranoia, but I am get what you are saying. I do.

Mountain Man said...

Hallucinogens are coming to me via facsimile and regular mail. I am willing to share with everyone.

Anonymous said...

I am thinking abou my mammy...in Miami.

Anonymous said...

Hi Mountain Man. I have been in Alaska for the longest time. I missed reading your insights.

Anonymous said...

Hams, come over and sit by me. Come sit on my giant lap. I will pet you and stroke your hair. You will feel very nice. We'll eat turkey burgers together. Come here.

Mountain Man said...

Paul how delightful. What were you doing in Alaska? I hear it is very dangerous there so I am glad to see you are alive.

Mountain Man said...

Did anyone read the article about internet addiction in the NYT?

Anonymous said...

I was opening an eskimo full-service salon.

Mountain Man said...

Yesterday's. I AM NOT ADDICTED. That is one of the symptoms.

Anonymous said...

I need drugs. I have never been a drinker, but I keep thinking about alcohol all the time this week. At 9 in the morning I am considering the benefits of vodka. Weird.
SEDATIVES please e-track.

Anonymous said...

predator, I need the comfort of a turkey sandwich and a squishy lap. I hope you have squish.

Anonymous said...

I am squishier than your mama's bum. I am quilted for added comforts.

Anonymous said...

The first step to recovery MM, is admitting the New York Times is full of crap.

Mountain Man said...

I can vouch for that PD. It is my favorite combo method of vacationing from misery. Misery which comes for no reason and stays for much longer than one might anticipate. I am Dutch in my depression.

Anonymous said...

cummerbun. I have the worst itches in my poo stick. There is a fair amount of fluid drainage. Is this a virus? It is clear and like jello

Mountain Man said...

Jeez. I think it is a virus. You may die within minutes. It was nice knowing you. I loved you very much for the short time I knew you, Cortizone.

Anonymous said...

PD, I will take it. I need to be put down. I have hateful words speaking to me devilish insults. They say bad things to me.

Mountain Man said...

What do they tell you Ham? Do they tell you to insert push pins in the face of angry hateful bitches?

Anonymous said...

Are they loud? I am worried about you.

Anonymous said...

There is blood on the plow too.

Anonymous said...

The blood is dispersed in visually pleasing designs. Think geometry. The world is a vampire.

Anonymous said...

I am worried too. Things are looking ugly. I AM WAITING FOR THE PANDEMIC!!!! WHY DOES IT NOT JUST COME?????????

Anonymous said...

yes. They tell me that, but they tell me to stick them in myself too. There is a cannon I have constructed. It has a matchstick center and it pours out gasoline. I wonder how often this happens that it accidentally goes off. It is poised towards the tuber who didn't fail to mention to me that I was the last to pay up for the secret santa thing she does for brownie points. Her drooping ass could really use a few stick pins to sit it up. "i wuv you!!!" she tells me. She is a liar.

Anonymous said...

There is a general malaise to the population this week. We are being slowly anesthetized. It is time to revive Futurism and arcane tortures.

Anonymous said...

Her breasts look like two matching sacks of dough.

Anonymous said...

I wuv you too!!!!!!

Mountain Man said...

Can I borrow some of her dough to make poison cookies for Xmas? I will bring them to eat with the punch of death. It is fruity, this punch, it has pee in it.

Mountain Man said...

Mountain Man pee.

Mountain Man said...

From my long long hose of reality. I issue forth tangy pee into people's punch bowls. Are you grossed out?

Anonymous said...

When I get there, I will whip her ass and sagging breasts with full force--and all my tentacles. Shit.

Anonymous said...

I wuv you too too!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

anus, the time has come. It is night, it was and it is at the same time. It is considering the moment of the great goat of newness. This goat has seven heads and will not favor the weak. I will be the first to mount the beast without a bread necklace. the necklace was eaten by the wolf within the head of doom.

Mountain Man said...

The goat is my icon. I am one with the desire to mount the goat.

Mountain Man said...

I have placed the loaves on my hands. I am mimicking the order of the great goat. I am acting out the last episode.

Anonymous said...

This is the good news. I am soggy with excitement. The hallucinations are presenting themselves in the low resolution format.

Anonymous said...

This is getting a little weird. Anyway, nice talking with you Mountain Man.

Anonymous said...

I am gleeful for urinal talk of punch. Why don't the dough boys eat volcanic spew coming out of the droughts of contempt. I feel like a tirade is coming on. It is separate from blogging. It is attatching itself from my nether parts without any consciousness. This mangy beast outside of me is coming into me and I am crying for its plush tooth.

Anonymous said...

poo stick and urinals have putrid scents. Is there gangreen?

Anonymous said...

There is comfort in the krixfort. Bless you

Anonymous said...

The episode is becoming. Your doughy artworks are emerging as a flowering force MM.

Anonymous said...

why so disabled?

Anonymous said...

urinal cakes are also quite good

Anonymous said...

NYTimes is behind the times.
http://www.krixfort.com/blog/2003/10/krixfort-online-since-1996.html

I'm a functioning computer-holic. Is that so wrong? Why I gotta go to therapy for that? Shiz-nit yo. Word.

Anonymous said...

mmmmm. urinal cakes. I love cake.

Anonymous said...

krix what ghetttoo slang you speak!

Anonymous said...

wazzup I have a computer virus in my tush.

Anonymous said...

that's just how I roll, Yo.

Anonymous said...

Glamour fro, would you like to visit me in middle earth? I'm having tea.

sloth said...

Then please do not email me from your tush any more, tush time.

Anonymous said...

I have a fro down south... it's sticky.

Anonymous said...

MINES GUMMY. I have gummy bears in my poo hole. They wave at me from the center of the bowl in greetings for my deliverance. I have worms really but I console myself that it is a gummy worm and not a bearish remnant from a mexican vacation

Anonymous said...

ay dios mio. I am resenting this remarks.