Saturday, December 23, 2000

Kitty's are keen!

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AFTER BREENING



The text says,"The day cute kitty began ordering the execution of Ed's friends was the day Ed realized his cat was a tyrant!" The angel and devil conscience entities say, "since we're both cats we're both bad!" Cute kitty says, "Kill Fritz and bring me more Fancy Feast!" Fritz says, "No! Absolute power corrupts absolutely!"

posted by Eddie 12/23/2000 02:52:48 PM

Sometimes you just have to dance. The text says,"Die for your own sins! I must dance!" This is a theme I've used before - as in "Die for you own sins, I'm going surfing!" I used a teletubby type background as this is my vision of what Golgotha looked like. The most horrible things sometimes take place in the most beautiful places!

BEFORE BREENING



AFTER BREENING



Go here for Ebay listing.

posted by Eddie 12/23/2000 07:44:19 AM

Friday, December 22, 2000

I couldn't help myself. After Razen Cain piggybacked this piece and turned the couple into demons, I bought it on Ebay and double piggybacked it. eBay item 529145099 (Ends Dec-28-00 16:26:07 PST) - DOUBLY PIGGYBACKED ART/ PARENTS/ EDDIE BREEN

posted by Eddie 12/22/2000 05:57:54 PM

Thursday, December 21, 2000

Ned Sontag is an illustrator and artist whose artistic celebration of the very large human form is the modern standard by which all others are measured! I was honored he attended my P-Town opening! What he thought of my stuff, I have no idea, but his is excellent.

posted by Eddie 12/21/2000 07:35:24 PM

For those 2 or 3 of you who are waiting to see digital footage of my art show opening, I apologize, it's been a little slow in coming. The company that shot my opening is using the footage as an example of something you put together and stream with their equipment. I'm at their mercy since they're putting it together. Some of the funnier aspects of the show were censored for their purposes, but when I get something, I'll let you know!

posted by Eddie 12/21/2000 07:30:10 PM

So we're walking back from my art opening in P-Town and we hear all these sirens in the distance. Someone says, can't be one of our guys. Yet, three ambulances are blocking Commercial Street in front our restaurant. Yikes!

Sure enough, we enter the restaurant, harvesting dirty looks from the other patrons ("Oh..they're with THAT party"), and a scene from Cops is in the making. Apparently Brad (alias), passed out in the middle of someone's really interesting story. That in itself is not unusual for Brad.

However, when repeated blows failed to wake him, another friend decided Brad looked blue and yanked his tongue out of his throat. Repeated high pitched screams of "Is there a doctor in the house" failed to rouse any diners, so the restaurant staff called an ambulance or two, upon which point Brad awoke, marvelling at the hubub he was the hub of.

The EMT's were trying to carry Brad out, but Brad, feeling his tattered dignity was at stake, insisted in walking out under his own power. Brad and the EMTs argued, voices getting angrier and angrier until it seemed they caregivers would have to destroy Brad in order to save him. But the EMT's relented, and Brad marched right out to the lead ambulance, whereupon they gave him a battery of tests.

Drunkeness, or course, was presumed.

After about 10 minutes of tests the main EMT guy emerged to tell us that Brad was okay, just tired...okay, drunk. He needed to go back in the restaurant and consume some food. That this apparently happens all the time. We were all conscious of our breathing for the rest of the night. In...out...in...out. It's hard to breathe when you have to remember to.

posted by Eddie 12/21/2000 01:10:44 PM