Beating Around The Bush

"Americans should be prudent in their use of energy during the course of the next few weeks.
Don't buy gas if you don't need it." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Sept. 1, 2005

This is normally an apolitical blog, so allow me to explain the Bush quote.
About a month ago, on Father's Day- I made a Red Buttons quote which
accompanied a sketch of my Old Man.
Red Buttons was a comedian from the pioneering days of B&W T.V.
I only know him from the comic celebrity roasts my dad would watch during the late 70's. Pop always got a kick out of him.
I turned on Yahoo today and found out Red passed away at the age of 87.
God bless 'em.
Two weeks ago I quoted a Weezer song to accompany one of my KennaSketches.
Right underneath the news of Red Buttons' passing was the news that the lead singer
of Weezer, Rivers Cuomo, was breaking up the band.
We're done." was how it was put.
God bless 'em.
So I'm sitting here and I'm thinking:
"Whomever I quote- gets the FrogDaddy 'VooDoo-That-You-Do-So-Well' Hex!"
So I'm puttin' you & your administration on notice, Dubya...
Your ice cream cone is meltin' fast.
Ribbit!
FrogDaddy

Easy Peasey-Lemon Squeezey

"Look outside...
I know that you'll recognize...
It's Summertime."- The Flaming Lips

I really didn't care much for last week's KennaSketch,
but I posted it anyways, 'cause the story was fun.
But what I did like about it, was the quickness of it...
it's not as labored as my recent posts, and it has a looseness
that's been missing, so basically here's this week's model
with the same mind frame... it's more of an accurate expression
of the mood than the model.
Hasta Luego-
Señor FrogDaddy

Dreaming Is Free

"Only in Dreams-
We see what it Means"- Weezer

Sometimes my wife will fall asleep while lying down with Kenzo.
Some nights they fall asleep together in our bed, and it is my duty
to be the transporter who takes my girl back to her bed so she magically
wakes up in her room every morning. Either that or I get in bed with the two of 'em and I end up feeling like an ottoman footrest.
So the other night while scooping her up from our bed. she stretched out like a cat and said in a strangely wakeful voice- "No. Daddy..."
So I whispered reassuringly- "It's alright, honey."
I cradled her and walked quietly out of the room.
"Daddy..."-she continues,"They took the baby..."
I carry her into her room still consoling, but curious.
"It's O.K. baby. Go to sleep."
"No Daddy...They, like...they took her...and then..."
I'm sitting at her bedside now...tucking her in, abso-fuckin-lutely riveted.
"They took the baby...and then...they put her in the...in the.......in the.......
................................................................................................................"
(I can't believe I'm doing this)
"Where'd they put her, McKenna???"
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Shit.
Now I'll be up all night.