Well, it's not so much a pool as a bathtub, but here we go. I do not want any of these people to die, but I want to be considered a psychic when they do. We all gotta go sometime.
These are in no particular order, but I will claim otherwise should some freak event occur in which these are in some kind of order.
Andy Griffith - heart failure
B.B. King - diabetes complications
Carol Channing - cancer
Fidel Castro - heart attack
Helen Thomas - kidney failure
Courtney Love - overdose
Harry Carey Jr. - mishap with a "toy" gun
Jack Lalanne - heart attack during sex
Jane Russell - heart attack during sex (may or may not be with Jack Lalanne)
Olivia de Havilland - I won't be surprised when Joan Fontaigne goes first. (stroke)
Kim Jong-Il - for some reason...I'm hesitant to speculate
Nancy Reagan - boredom, after suffering another fall
Mickey Rooney - on a horse...or heart attack on a horse to be more specific
Otto von Habsburg - on his throne, in his sleep
Snooki - punched in the nose, which stabs her brain
Billy Graham - swooped up by Jesus himself, til J-man learns he's an anti-Semite...
Phyllis Diller - lung cancer
Vera Lynn - heart failure
Zsa Zsa Gabor - cancer
Kirk Douglas - stroke
Monday, January 3, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Blog
Alright, I created a blog for the drawings. I may come to regret this. http://adrawingaday2011.blogspot.com/
The end of two thousand and ten, let eleven begin.
Well, 2010 started with the decision to move from St. Paul, back to Grand Forks to work as the secretary of the Anthropology Department at UND. I spent the first three months living at the America's Best Value motel, and it passed uneventfully, expect for on January 26th my friend Sonya gave birth to a little monkey. Not literally, of course, but he is my little monkey - a bouncing baby boy named Corbin, who I believe also came with an engagement ring.
I moved into an apartment on March 15th with my friends Ryan and Nick. We live downtown, above an organic food store, overlooking the Red River and the vision that is East Grand Forks, MN. It looks like a hill-less ski resort town in the moonlight, and like a shit hole in the sun. Not much to be done about that, I suppose.
Also in March was the birth of another bouncing baby boy, Elijah, to my cousin Sarah in Switzerland. I had hoped to find a kindred spirit in another March 11th kid, but he came on the 9th. Maybe that's close enough.
Let's see...in June we had the (now) annual Schlobohm Family Reunion with a little twist - instead of one day it was three, and instead of having it at Grandma's we had one day at my uncle's in Byron, one day at my aunt's just outside of Faribo, and one day at another uncles in Edina. And, as if that wasn't a big enough twist, we had themes: Hawaiian, All-American, and the 70's. I wore a dress in Hawaii, got sunburned and played volleyball in America, and was Mork (of Mork and Mindy) for about 25 minutes until my duct taped shirt's insulation threatened me with spontaneous combustion.
For the Fourth of July I met Sonya in Mil Lacs, and spent some time swimming and hanging out with her and the kids. Mary came up that day too, with her boyfriend Jesse, to watch the fireworks.
By August school was starting and I signed up for my three free classes: Philosophy of Economics, Creative Writing-Fiction, and Algebra. My job became slightly more complicated with the return of all the students, but it was a welcome complication. I also like when the student workers come back, they're very entertaining, and have really manned up to the task of keeping their old boss amused and free from unnecessary humming and pacing - we all know how I get in confined spaces. I hope they like their job, and appreciate having a boss that is flexible and understands how it is to be a student. Should they, unlike their boss, choose to participate in the real world, they will see how good they had it. Sometimes I'm too flexible, but you only live once, right? And who wants a boss who lives in the real world anyway? But, perhaps a New Year's resolution?
We had the Benson Family Picnic in Rochester the first weekend in August...the 7th, it was my sister's 22nd birthday. My mom's cousin gave everyone quite a scare when she wouldn't wake up the morning of the reunion and was rushed, conveniently, to Mayo. It's a long story involving a lot of information I "know" but don't really know, but she seems to be making an astounding recovery considering she had a large amount of white on her brain scans, and suffered spontaneous effects of brain damage weeks after arriving back home.
The smoking ban went into effect in Grand Forks on August 15th - just one step closer to making it illegal to emit any fumes in public - all the douche bags who like to fart or chew bubblegum in confined spaces are goin' down.
September through mid-December is kind of a blur. My friend Naomi had a baby boy named Dwight. Year of boys, I guess. One day I worked 24 hours straight, at three different places. I wrote my first official letter of complaint against my so-called "boss" and gave it to my actual boss. I got a B on my first graduate level paper, and an A in the class, from a notoriously difficult professor with whom I have had many times, usually ending with a grade of B or C. I'm tickled.
Now, here we are: 1-1-11. One year away from the year of the end of the world as we know it. It's so exciting. I suspect this year will bring an array of boring and not-so-boring events, but I look forward to it. Time goes by more quickly when I'm busy, and I do plan to rush these next few years, but not so much that I miss out, because I hate to miss out.
I'm thinking of doing a drawing a day and blogging about it. I've already done today's.
Happy New Year. As Otis Redding (and everyone else who's ever tried to) sang in White Christmas , may your days, may your days be merry and bright.
I moved into an apartment on March 15th with my friends Ryan and Nick. We live downtown, above an organic food store, overlooking the Red River and the vision that is East Grand Forks, MN. It looks like a hill-less ski resort town in the moonlight, and like a shit hole in the sun. Not much to be done about that, I suppose.
Also in March was the birth of another bouncing baby boy, Elijah, to my cousin Sarah in Switzerland. I had hoped to find a kindred spirit in another March 11th kid, but he came on the 9th. Maybe that's close enough.
Let's see...in June we had the (now) annual Schlobohm Family Reunion with a little twist - instead of one day it was three, and instead of having it at Grandma's we had one day at my uncle's in Byron, one day at my aunt's just outside of Faribo, and one day at another uncles in Edina. And, as if that wasn't a big enough twist, we had themes: Hawaiian, All-American, and the 70's. I wore a dress in Hawaii, got sunburned and played volleyball in America, and was Mork (of Mork and Mindy) for about 25 minutes until my duct taped shirt's insulation threatened me with spontaneous combustion.
For the Fourth of July I met Sonya in Mil Lacs, and spent some time swimming and hanging out with her and the kids. Mary came up that day too, with her boyfriend Jesse, to watch the fireworks.
By August school was starting and I signed up for my three free classes: Philosophy of Economics, Creative Writing-Fiction, and Algebra. My job became slightly more complicated with the return of all the students, but it was a welcome complication. I also like when the student workers come back, they're very entertaining, and have really manned up to the task of keeping their old boss amused and free from unnecessary humming and pacing - we all know how I get in confined spaces. I hope they like their job, and appreciate having a boss that is flexible and understands how it is to be a student. Should they, unlike their boss, choose to participate in the real world, they will see how good they had it. Sometimes I'm too flexible, but you only live once, right? And who wants a boss who lives in the real world anyway? But, perhaps a New Year's resolution?
We had the Benson Family Picnic in Rochester the first weekend in August...the 7th, it was my sister's 22nd birthday. My mom's cousin gave everyone quite a scare when she wouldn't wake up the morning of the reunion and was rushed, conveniently, to Mayo. It's a long story involving a lot of information I "know" but don't really know, but she seems to be making an astounding recovery considering she had a large amount of white on her brain scans, and suffered spontaneous effects of brain damage weeks after arriving back home.
The smoking ban went into effect in Grand Forks on August 15th - just one step closer to making it illegal to emit any fumes in public - all the douche bags who like to fart or chew bubblegum in confined spaces are goin' down.
September through mid-December is kind of a blur. My friend Naomi had a baby boy named Dwight. Year of boys, I guess. One day I worked 24 hours straight, at three different places. I wrote my first official letter of complaint against my so-called "boss" and gave it to my actual boss. I got a B on my first graduate level paper, and an A in the class, from a notoriously difficult professor with whom I have had many times, usually ending with a grade of B or C. I'm tickled.
Now, here we are: 1-1-11. One year away from the year of the end of the world as we know it. It's so exciting. I suspect this year will bring an array of boring and not-so-boring events, but I look forward to it. Time goes by more quickly when I'm busy, and I do plan to rush these next few years, but not so much that I miss out, because I hate to miss out.
I'm thinking of doing a drawing a day and blogging about it. I've already done today's.
Happy New Year. As Otis Redding (and everyone else who's ever tried to) sang in White Christmas , may your days, may your days be merry and bright.
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