Thursday, March 19, 2009

Roscoe's House Of Chicken And Dolphins

I had to get bloggy for this one. My son Holden made this for me in art class. If its not plainly clear, it is hammered metal stuck to a block of wood, and the image is a piece of fried chicken. Hell yeah.


On a completely unrelated note, can someone clearly explain the fascination we have with swimming with dolphins? What is the attraction? What are people looking to get out of the experience? I can only guess they want to saddle them up and jump through fiery hoops. If not, then they are Troy McClure-like freaks who would prefer to do the whole thing behind closed doors. If not those things, then I can only imagine a briny, bumpy experience with an animal that would most likely be annoyed that you are there. At worst, he’d cackle and knock you in the skull with a fin or a beach ball.


Oh yeah, and I just figured out my life can be encapsulated in a Supertramp song. Guess which one.


  1. I'm going to go with "The Logical Song" or "Bloody Well Right".

  2. Tell Holdy his chicken art is awesome!
    Supertramp huh? There are so many filled with man-angst. I'm guessing No Inbetween.
    See ya tomorrow :)

  3. love the art!!!


    Keith says Logical Song