The Baggy-Eyed Bolsheviks

Or, as I also like to call them: The Flying Burrito Brothers.

I normally find posting pictures of your offspring on the International World Net a little dicey, a little “iffy”, a little not-so-such the best idea. But I was inspired by my co-worker, Brian Wood, and his baby-blogging and well, my Common Law wife already has them on--curse this word—MySpace. So, what the hey.

But don’t worry, I’m not going to get all “James Lileks” on everyone and coo over my child™’s every action (“™”—Get it? Comedic Genius!) This is strictly an art blog—I SWEAR!

This the last and only time I do this. It's all ramped up, in-your-face art sucking on a Jolt cola in a leather jacket with attitude after this. I'm serious.





Harold and Jax at 3 days old.



Jax doing his thing.




Harold doing his thing.




The baggy-eyed burritos today.


In the last 5 years, my life has gone from wanting a stable occupation in the graphic arts to wanting a one-week vacation per year (atleast) to just wanting a child to stop crying for more than 10 minutes.