Marcos the billionaire

Marcos proudly holds up his authentic 5 Billion dollar bill.
Marcos proudly holds up his authentic 5 Billion dollar bill.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to anounce that I have recently and proudly joined the very exclusive Billionaires Club.

Yes, as you can clearly see in the undoctored photograph shown above (click to zoom), I am holding an authentic 5 Billion dollar bill of my property. I’m also wearing a cool t-shirt and had to block the logo of a beer company with my left arm in order to keep this website kid free. But I digress.

In any case, for all of you math impaired readers… that’s $5,000,000,000 as in a five followed by nine zeroes… that’s nine as in 9. I finally made it! Mom and dad must be proud.

Wanted: A better mousetrap

One regular morning just a few mornings ago, like any other regular morning I woke up. Except this was not a regular morning, as I heard noises up in the roof. Noises as in “little rodent feet running around the attic” noises.

Yikes. Not good.

So next thing I do is borrow a mousetrap from Mota. Not just a regular mousetrap: A battery powered electronic rat killing machine. You smear peanut butter in the deep end inside, and a hungry unsuspecting rat walks in and gets electrocuted.

The Weapon of Choice
The Weapon of Choice

I don’t like peanut butter, but I do own a jar which I bought just in case I need it for exactly this eventuality. So far no rats have eaten any of it, only Moi whenever he visits.

I went up to the attic and I set up the trap with fresh new batteries; expecting one of two possible outcomes:

  • 1. A dead mouse or rat in it.
  • 2. The trap remains untouched.
Before: The mousetrap is all buttered up, charged up, set up, and ready to do some damage.
Before: The mousetrap is all buttered up, charged up, set up, and ready to do some damage (click on image to zoom).

What I found the next day I did not expect. I did not expect it at all.

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Mansion of Terror

Logo mansion of terror
Logo mansion of terror

Halloween is second only to Christmas when it comes to commercialism. To join the frenzy, I headed out to Round Rock in order to visit the Mansion of Terror over in Round Rock. Very very cool. I think the scariest part was the room that looks like a nasty public restroom and a monster with a chainsaw comes out of nowhere and chases you. The scary part was that the toilets were so dirty that they reminded me of former roomate’s (Alejandro’s) bathroom over at the apartment in Riata. Even more scary is the costume I’m going to wear tonight. Long time readers please take a guess.

Thrill the World – Austin

I was meaning to be part of this important worldwide event(1) but unfortunately I had to be out of town last weekend:

Thrill The World is an annual worldwide simultaneous dance of Michael Jackson‘s “Thriller”. I thought they could have used my dancing skills but it turns out I couldn’t make it. I sent(2) Austin’s mayor Will Wynn as a replacement. He did well, as you can see in the video below:

Congratulations to all 4177 dancers for breaking a record!

  1. True statement
  2. False statement

Good drawing day

Drawing is very much like hair.

Sometimes you’re having a bad hair day. You look like you just woke up from a nap on top of a puddle of glue and no matter what you do, you just can’t tame that weird thing sticking out from the top of your head. Other times you’re having a good hair day and you look great: no problem, no effort needed.

Same applies to drawing. Some days everything you sketch looks terrible, and some days you are on a roll and things come out really, really well.

As with hair, I haven’t found any pattern on what causes a good or bad drawing day. As far as I can tell it’s not based on rest nor lack of sleep. It’s not based on caffeine. It’s not based on anything but pure randomness.

Today I went down to AVAA for their Life Drawing workshop and I had (I think) a good drawing day. This is highly subjective; whenever I show my drawings to people, every person likes a different one or a different aspect than what I like. Of course, in a year I will hate them all as it seems to happen with very few exceptions.

Today’s two sketches are below:

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Austin City Limits

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Don Chingón wearing his $9 USD Wal-Mart hunting hat. Zero sunburn baby!

This past weekend I attended the Austin City Limits Music Festival. As a revenge act for not going last year I got me a nice 3 day pass; and most of my local friends decided to go as well. It was both a lot of fun and extremely tiring. These festivals aren’t easy on an old guy like me. I was expecting a lot of people to stay over at my place during the weekend but at the end it was only Nathan, Sarai, Mindy, and Jill. Nathan is a wuss and bailed out on day three. On the other end of the spectrum, Mindy and Jill are total warriors, doing all three days early in the morning followed by downtown partying, plus one all-nighter on Saturday and the drive back to Houston on Sunday night. Respect. Bernardo Dychter, Baruch Chollow (whom I hadn’t seen in a looong time), and Alex were in town as well.

More info, photos, and a video if you keep reading!

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