This weekend i'm getting my geek on again. Perhaps i should just admit that i'm always a nerd?
I'm overloading my neuronal synapses by dissecting the Biomechanics of running.
I'm sure a monkey wrench would come in handy for such a task, but I'll just have to make do by listening to the Foo Fighters.
Jacob A. Pfeiffer, Monkey Wrench, oil, 12 X 9 inches
I'm also planning to flesh out a portly, scotch soaked, penniless character with a sinister appetite for bird watching of the homosapien variety.
Jhenna Quinn Lewis, Bird, oil, 8 X 6 inches
If I don't get caught up in reading the Wicked triology [you could say it is wickedly addictive] I'll transcribe some of my creative writing journal
TR Colletta's, Writer's Block 11, oil on linen, 50" x 50"
and play tomfoolery with my new Camera.
To ensure that i don't get lost in a cassum of brainfarts, i'll stay steadfast with a soundtrack of
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