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It just doesn’t makes sense. This sign here:
On the other side it reads “Crime doesn’t pay” – but you don’t see that until you leave. So when you walk in you see this weird yoda-ish “Reporting It Does” saying that makes no sense.
I tried to talk to the guy behind the counter about it but he didn’t want to talk to me.
How do I know that this year I will NOT destroy our lawn while Jamie is gone?
Easy… by planning.
love it!
thanks tanner!
I am almost done with a book I’m writing and illustrating. I have just starting the inking and coloring process. You can see a rough draft at:
that is awesome. i am very impressed.
Good job, baby.
Hi! Thanks guys
dude, sweet! i’m so glad you’re back to this! i love it!
Wow…I’m blown away, very impressive. When are you taking orders?…I’ll take two copies for my neice and nephew. Can’t wait to see the finished project!
Very nice work! You want to do the animation for my Anthro course? 
WOW – This is great!!! You’re doing what mom said you could not do – just to prove her wrong. IT WORKED AGAIN!
love mom & dad
Wow! I can’t wait to see this finished. it looks really good David.
Have you ever written a letter to Santa? When you were young and you truly believed.
Perhaps, if you are like me or my friend Mark, there was always a twinge of doubt; tiny but apparent.
That feeling – that belief – that place your mind took you when you didn’t know enough not to believe – that is your beliefus-maximus.
If you actually wrote a letter to Santa, that physical action shows your ability to believe is greater than others.
If you said “Screw that.” like Mark or I probably did, your beliefus-maximus is lower than the rest.
Maybe, no matter what you believe in, you are destined to only be able to believe it up to a certain point.
I think that is why there were armed guards blocking the door when Jim Jones asked his followers to drink the poisonous kool-aid. He knew some of them would run for the door.
I wish you could buy a beliefus-maximus upgrade at Fry’s Electronics.
I looked, but the guy said they “didn’t have one.”
Of course, I said “No, I mean do you have any other ones” – I say as I’m holding one in front of his face.
I swear those guys at Fry’s Electronics have no freaking idea how to help a person find something. If they say they don’t have it – look – it’s probably there.
I think that for me, my ‘beliefus-maximus’ is running flat-out to take a flying leap over all of our world’s ‘known’ (looking down as I leap to acknowledge these things) and landing on the other side of this jumble of confusion to what I have come to know about God. The more experience, exercise, and practice I have with taking this leap determines if I land on those things I know about God, or if I end up plunging headlong into the world’s ‘known’.
Whatsoever we pray for, let us also work for it – (somewhere in the Bible)
Bart -
“eat my shorts”, Fry’s Electronics
I’m trying to get my beliefus-maximus so small I can drown it in a bathtub.
Just because a person believes in something that doesn’t necessarily make it true. What if I believe in zombies? Do zombies exist? What if I took actions according to that belief?
I guess my rule is to stick to what you can know with near certainty (I say near certainty since we can’t know anything absolutely) and disregard the rest or at least realize that you’re dealing in probabilities, guesses, or just gambling.
Wow. That was really hard to explain. I guess it’s because I see a difference between belief and knowledge.
but santa wrote me back!
i expected to see helivideos by now. did you get it stuck on the roof?
Hi David, would it be possible to contac you via email? I can’t seem to find one that actually works.
I’m glad we orbit a star.
Imagine this planet flying through space in no particular direction. Eventually we would slowly fly towards a star. Our world would slowly get brighter and brighter as the years pass until we leave it behind and seek out another one.
Some generations would never know its warmth. Some generations would never know the night sky.
Our star is so brilliant. From where we sit we can reach up and feel it. If we were on to the next closest planet, the sun’s brilliance would consume us and turn our bodies to ash.
Each little white dot at night hints at this power.
I think certain people are like that.
Their smile and a little glimmer in their eyes hints at an infinite brilliance inside.
You feel their warmth as you near them.
These stars.
Haha. “Stars.” – duh! Sorry folks for waisting your time.
If you want to tell your children a little story to illustrate the meaning of life, you are in luck. I have made this story. I call it “The Man, the Bear and the Unexpected Guest.” So enjoy this little tale my friends.
In Alaska on a tiny lush island stands a man wearing an old worn thick plaid shirt. He is in front of a cabin made of the thickest trees from the deepest parts of the forest. He watches the icy arctic water crash against the black pebbled beach. The fresh northern air fills his lungs.
He notices a large brown bear slowly making its way up a small stream behind the cabin.
The bear walks up to him and begins to talk. This is where our story begins.
Great story, David! The whole time I was expecting some philosophical ending but then you turned it around and threw something completely different at me. To be honest, I guess you could say it still had a philosophical ending just not the one I was thinking. Cool. Original. Creative.
I would love to see you post more stories. I’ve had a hard time getting people to read my stuff even if it’s 5 pages. People are a little more patient when it comes to the visual arts. I guess they don’t understand how much time you put into a story even if it’s short. Thanks for sharing.
Haha – hey buddy. Thank you! I have been inspired lately – I’ve been reading through your story about dreaming and it is really sweet – Remember that park we called the “wonderpark” – well I go there to do stuff. Last night I fell asleep in the park working – woke up sweating and happy. Now I’m getting breakfast and working from Wildflower
Sometimes life seems like a story. It doesn’t seem like it is “happening” rather it seems more like a story is unfolding.
Sometimes it doesn’t.
But remembering all the storybook moments helps me feel like I’m in the middle of an interesting unfinished story.
Sometimes when magic moments fall out of the sky it seems I am about to walk into a pre-determined situation designed to change me.
Like a dream.
Various events in my life have inspired me to get to make some huge changes to improve my health over the next six months.
I have been inspired.
I will make various changes each week and see which has the greatest affect.
Week One
This week’s changes:
1. Run or walk 3 miles every day.
2. Cut down sugar 50 percent
Well I am at .61 miles so far. I’m standing on a treadmill briskly walking.. Sweating. It feels good to move. I’m so freaking sedentary.
You know how I was finally able to start? I became okay with sweating. I’ve been outside writing a lot lately, drenched in sweat after hours under this hot summer sun. After I became okay with that, I realized I could begin.
A few weeks ago I became a better person inside, now it is time to become a better person outside. I think sweating is one of the most important parts of that bettering process.
I hope in six months these changes improve my body and mind.
I’ve never really had a problem with sugars. My real problem is cheese. I love cheese. Put cheese on a fat man’s stomach and I’ll eat it, especially if it’s melted.
Haha! Me too! I just bought some extra sharp chedder and I will be eating that. Maybe I’ll never cut out cheese – what’s the point of living then?
I love the new additions that you’ve added. I’m starting to think that writing is my favorite art. Photography is great but I feel that writing is more expressive.
Haha! Thanks man. I’m convinced reading something that has been written can change a person more than any other form of communication (next to talking with them)
i can see the perfect intro to a classic novel. now my only concern is where are these machines located? down the rabbit hole mr. mulhern goes….
David M, and 
Mark McCowen are discussing. 
craig 10:22 am on October 15th Permalink | Log in to Reply
uh oh.
David M 8:11 pm on October 15th Permalink | Log in to Reply
haha have faith my friend!
Katy 7:00 am on October 16th Permalink | Log in to Reply
Believe in the plans!! And the torrential rainfall… I am so TOTALLY excited!!! We need little umbrellas.