Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Something thats completely different
One year I was asked by that person to create a new Christmas Tree drawing for her Christmas party. I am not sure she liked the upside down tree but that is what she got-- Rick
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The SP is packaged and sent on its way (end of play)
Gerry agrees that this play sucs. I think she either left out some of this play or accidentally deleted it, accidentally or on purpose, but you won't miss it. Playwrights are a jealous group, so deal with it.
Labels:
basement,
cow pony,
freight elevator,
horse beef,
solution
Monday, November 23, 2009
My Wild Child, the Shetland Pony play series (3-4)
Gerry is very sorry she ever told Doc about her horsey background. She tells him she used to read Balzac in the chickencoop and always wanted to get away from that 2 horse town so she could find guys who read French novelists. He just tries to be cute instead of talking to her about literature. She goes down to his apartment hoping to get him to forget about that damned pony.
Doc's snifter is too keen to take his pony down to his apartment, but he reasons that Gerry's olfactory senses are lacking because she has put up with 2 smelly cats she got from the dead guy. He even insists he can smell the dead guy in the shoebox where Gerry keeps his ashes. Gerry listens to his nonsense down in his apartment as he freshens his drink, insisting he is not drunk even though he has had 17 vodka and orange juices that day.
Header photo comes from our friend Connie which I thought fit Doc's play better than anything I could come up with even if it does have Gerry's name on it. Just ignore. I suppose Doc had to give her some kind of kickback for being his secretary-- Rick
Not dictated and not read by Doc. My secretary went crazy again. --Doc
I am tired of listening to him dictate, after it took me 5 hours to embed his stuff yesterday. He has no appreciation. --Gerry
Doc's snifter is too keen to take his pony down to his apartment, but he reasons that Gerry's olfactory senses are lacking because she has put up with 2 smelly cats she got from the dead guy. He even insists he can smell the dead guy in the shoebox where Gerry keeps his ashes. Gerry listens to his nonsense down in his apartment as he freshens his drink, insisting he is not drunk even though he has had 17 vodka and orange juices that day.
Header photo comes from our friend Connie which I thought fit Doc's play better than anything I could come up with even if it does have Gerry's name on it. Just ignore. I suppose Doc had to give her some kind of kickback for being his secretary-- Rick
Not dictated and not read by Doc. My secretary went crazy again. --Doc
I am tired of listening to him dictate, after it took me 5 hours to embed his stuff yesterday. He has no appreciation. --Gerry
Labels:
horse droppings,
pony in apartment,
scoopaway,
smelly cats
Friday, November 20, 2009
Shetland Pony play series begins (1 and 2) GF has a cow when I bring a shetland pony into her apartment!
In number one I ask to rent a mustang at the airport and they give me a shetland pony which I ride to my GF's apartment in the Westward Ho. I take it up to the 9th floor where she lives and when she sees me with a shetland pony she has a cow.
I bring my GF roses but all she can think about is how I am breaking the rules with this little horse in her apartment. Women! They are so afraid. If we men did not show more guts, life would not be nearly so interesting. Agree?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Warning: "Shetland Pony", plays, and plops
Gerry, the washerwoman, introduces my new play, "Shetland Pony" to be shown in a series the next few weeks. I suspect she made up her own lines and threw them in here, but my brilliant dialogue I take credit for as well as the extremely horsy plot.
P.S. At the start of the season it is time for my header drawing of the 3 wise men, homeless style. They are going to lunch at St. Vinnie's --Rick Enjoy!
Monday, November 9, 2009
"Doc challenges George Jones to a CW singin' contest"
My partner named this video without me fully understanding what I was doing. So I'm leavin' town a few days. Hidin' out from George Jones. As I aint traditional!
Labels:
country roots,
CW immortal,
faker,
interloper,
traditional CW
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
My karaoke manager hates me
I am still on the subject of karaoke so I will leave my header with me in a cowboy outfit on display--Rick. Or should I say Doc?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Karaoke? Is it lethal? Happy Halloween
I am singing country western so I got to look the part!
Labels:
country and western,
cry all night,
hello darlin',
miss you
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A heart struggling to survive: my further attempts to cheer up my partner
I painted "A heart struggling to survive" once when I believe I was worried about my heart. It's obvious it wasn't serious since I am still here.
By the way I will be accompanying her to the test and like many times in the past I will pay for her bus fare. I might rent a wheel barrow if she collapses.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Bukowski dead can still terrorize and Spiffy homeless guy with tie out of fly
If you look closely you will see the tie hanging out of his fly on this homeless guy I drew. Look at the shoes! Oh the sights I used to see on the streets. I call this drawing "Ta Da!" --Rick
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Therapist has revealed derriere obsession
My therapist spent an hour and a half trying to get a frame of the place that caused me to refer to her as a less than thin therapist. So I promised her that in my next video we will start with a shot of her derriere so she will not have to spend so much time looking for it in the middle of the video. I hope this is will be more convenient for her. Plus she was doing this on my computer.
I talk about header picture in my video. It is bi polar.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Under duress and against my psychotherapists advice, I have been cajoled to start a blog
My first name starts with an R, my nickname is Doc (since High School), and since my last name is Emde, it should be obvious why. I sign my art work Rick. Doc is the asshole.
I painted these bettas Siamese Fighting Fish male, among 4 or 5 hundred paintings, some of which are 6 by 10 feet. I left them in a storage unit when I fell on hard times, so if you find one it might be worth some money.
I am going to embed a video from my emdedoc youtube channel I made which was so good I chopped it in two which might further explain the quirks in my personality. (Dictated but not read)
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