Cigarette Burn Pictures

Like most of the animated monologues, this one is based on true events. I did in fact get my Jeep stolen Thursday before last. With so many fantastic things happening recently, I must admit, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The subject of this video has been a major topic of discussion amongst me and my associates for about the past six months. I didn't originally subscribe to the youtube philosophy, because I didn't want to be in league with "Those kinds of people". My main goal has always been to tell good stories, hone my skills and hopefully bring a little humor, thought and entertainment into the lives of my audience. If they enjoyed their stay in theatre of my mind, perhaps they would come again-and bring friends.

I did go in for jury duty and was in fact selected to serve. I had never before served on a jury but found the experience rewarding and interesting. No comic book law men served as judge and the entire experience was less jovial than Night Court. However, I found that the experience was perfect fodder for an animated monologue. What you see in the video is 75 percent true, I leave it to you to decide which 75 percent.

I've wanted to do some animated monologues about my family for a while now, and while this is far from a "tribute", I may consider it a prologue. I would also like to take this time to apologize if any of you found this a bit of a departure from the usual silly subject matter of the animations. However, I should point out, that all of my animations are rooted in some sort of reality.

These past several weeks have been quite stressful for me.  Between two beautiful wedding ceremonies (Congratulations Geoff, Amber, Sis and Rick!), my day job (10 hours a day is a common occurrence), looking for a new place to live (Finally got one!) and the news of attending the Philadelphia Filmathon, I've been worn down to a bloody nub.

The seed of the "Animated Monologue" as it is today began with a comic I created when I was working retail. I only did the one comic, but I had plans for others. One such idea was me on the road, in the Great Depression, getting accosted by a well known media mogul who, in the context of the story, was rather fond of stabbing hobos. (Steve and I find situations such as these hilarious for some dark and unknown reason)

Summer is usually "Wedding Season" but lately it feels a bit more like "Baby Season" and no, I don't mean to hunt babies. For those of you who think that, there is a short for you HERE.