“Sometimes the shit you have is kind of dumb when you buy it, and you’re like, ‘that was a fucking waste.’ But sometimes that same shit can turn out really cool when you do shit to it.” - Eleanor Roosevelt, 1945 Eleanor was right, sometimes the shit you have is kind of dumb at first, but when you do cool shit to it, it becomes fucking cool. I wish Eleanor survived being eaten by sharks long enough to see some of the things that I’ve made cool. Such as these notebooks! I started carrying a little notebook in my pocket several years ago. Mostly to document funny things around me that I surely would’ve forgotten. But then it turned into a sketch pad for stand up bits, sketch comedy scenes, teen vampire drama treatments and the occasional, from memory, dick sketch.These are the notebooks that I have filled up or are still filling up. This seems like a flawless system to help keep track of ideas in my head; I get an idea, I go to my pocket, write it down, put it back in my pocket, REPEAT. However, sometimes I struggled with committing to any idea strongly enough to actually go through all of the motions. So the ideas that floated away into the Chernobyl toxic sludge moat of my idea bank would sink and remain there, while the ideas I, at the time, felt were SOLID GOLD would get etched down.  It would appear, however, that the cracks in the floorboard of my brain were larger than I expected. Some of the notes that made their way into the notepads are completely cryptic/don’t make any sense at all. I’ll sometimes pen through and try to retrograde extrapolate some of these one liners, but I still have NO clue what I was thinking when I wrote them. Here are a few of my favorites… “vegan farts = opposite of puppy kisses.” “Machine turns fish into peanut butter…” “Louis Armstrong but NOT Louis Armstrong.” “Fire works ==> 9/11” “Convicted Sex Psychiatrist.” “Camels are stupid.” “Ways to make Horse Racing more Interesting to watch; Have one of the Horses be Sarah Jessica Parker, and if you can pick her out from the other Horses, you get a signed copy of Sex and the City 2 AND you get to brush her mane.” “Peach runs for President, announced Cantelope as running mate.” These notebooks may not hold a light up to my other things as far as their general face value are concerned, but they are as much a personal item of mine as my canned Possum Meat. OOOO SPOILER ALERT!

“Sometimes the shit you have is kind of dumb when you buy it, and you’re like, ‘that was a fucking waste.’ But sometimes that same shit can turn out really cool when you do shit to it.” - Eleanor Roosevelt, 1945

Eleanor was right, sometimes the shit you have is kind of dumb at first, but when you do cool shit to it, it becomes fucking cool. I wish Eleanor survived being eaten by sharks long enough to see some of the things that I’ve made cool. Such as these notebooks!

I started carrying a little notebook in my pocket several years ago. Mostly to document funny things around me that I surely would’ve forgotten. But then it turned into a sketch pad for stand up bits, sketch comedy scenes, teen vampire drama treatments and the occasional, from memory, dick sketch.These are the notebooks that I have filled up or are still filling up.

This seems like a flawless system to help keep track of ideas in my head; I get an idea, I go to my pocket, write it down, put it back in my pocket, REPEAT. However, sometimes I struggled with committing to any idea strongly enough to actually go through all of the motions. So the ideas that floated away into the Chernobyl toxic sludge moat of my idea bank would sink and remain there, while the ideas I, at the time, felt were SOLID GOLD would get etched down. 

It would appear, however, that the cracks in the floorboard of my brain were larger than I expected. Some of the notes that made their way into the notepads are completely cryptic/don’t make any sense at all. I’ll sometimes pen through and try to retrograde extrapolate some of these one liners, but I still have NO clue what I was thinking when I wrote them. Here are a few of my favorites…

“vegan farts = opposite of puppy kisses.”

“Machine turns fish into peanut butter…”

“Louis Armstrong but NOT Louis Armstrong.”

“Fire works ==> 9/11”

“Convicted Sex Psychiatrist.”

“Camels are stupid.”

“Ways to make Horse Racing more Interesting to watch; Have one of the Horses be Sarah Jessica Parker, and if you can pick her out from the other Horses, you get a signed copy of Sex and the City 2 AND you get to brush her mane.”

“Peach runs for President, announced Cantelope as running mate.”

These notebooks may not hold a light up to my other things as far as their general face value are concerned, but they are as much a personal item of mine as my canned Possum Meat. OOOO SPOILER ALERT!