The Horizon

Eh, I'll admit it: I shamelessly lifted this layout from a page of my favorite comic. The other guy did it much better, though.

A Song For Your Wedding

Every time I think I'm out of single friends to get married, someone else ties the knot. Just recently, three of my best friends got hitched, and so I should take this opportunity to say "Congratulations" to Emma, Kristen, and Larissa, some of the greatest people I know.

Kristen's wedding was last night, and it was pretty fantastic. I spent a good portion of the evening rubbing my cheeks, which started to ache from all the smiling. I don't like smiling - it's hard on the face-meat. She and her hubby had their first dance to Frank Sinatra's "Cheek to Cheek," and it was a nice moment, with the bride all beaming and smiling and the groom all "Oh, the things I do for you."

So, of course, while they had their moment, I spent my time trying to come up with THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE SONG one could pick for their first dance.

My first thought was... well, I guess my first thought was actually "I Can't Get Started" by Ella Fitzgerald, but I just thought of that cuz they put it on that one episode of Gilmore Girls. Oh, don't act like you don't know which one I'm talking about.

My first original thought, though, was "Ms. Jackson" by Outkast - an admittedly awesome song, but hardly first-dance material. I mean, the beat's nice, but it's not the kind of slow-dancing romantic jam that couples tend to want to sway to. Basically, if you picked out "Ms. Jackson" for your wedding, you'd be doing so PRECISELY because of how terribly the subject matter of the song would match with the setting. Or maybe the groom just REALLY doesn't like the mother-in-law. I dunno.

Billy Idol's "White Wedding" is another solid candidate. It's a great song, and I could see a couple picking it up if they just really liked the beat and didn't mind the fact that all the references to shotguns would probably cause people to talk during the spotlight dance. "Nothing pure in this world," indeed.

Then, of course, I thought of "Me and Mrs. Jones" by Billy Paul (NOT Michael Buble!), which is probably the world's most famous song about adultery. This song's a great slow jam, and comes across as pretty romantic, too - provided you don't listen too closely to the words. And that's EXACTLY the sort of thing I'm looking for.

So that's probably it - "Me and Mrs. Jones" is the most inappropriate song anyone could possibly want to dance to at their wedding. Unless there's a worse one out there... somewhere... floating around in the mind of some poor soul who hates weddings even more than I do. If that person happens to be reading my blog, please share!

Otherwise, all the best go out to Kristen, Larissa, and all the other happy newlyweds out there.

The Storyteller and Butterfly Pie

What could I draw that doesn't have people in it?

Hey, butterflies aren't people! And neither are pies!

BONUS SKETCH:

Bat-Selleck

Here y'are, Foxy!

I Can't Quite Grasp The Problem...

And Rain, Dear Father...

Loving Vicariously

Someone's been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Cooking with Braddy: Spinach and Feta Omelette

So I get home from work the other day, and I'm like, "I'm going to make me an omelette."

But then my brain's all like, "Dude, do you have a recipe for an omelette?"

And I'm like, "Not really, no."

And then my brain's like, "Have you ever made an omelette by yourself before?"

And I'm like, "Not really, no."

And then my brain's like, "Do you even like omelettes?"

And I'm like, "Not really, no."

And then my brain's like, "Then why on earth do you want to make..."

And then I jump in, and I'm all, like, "AH'MUNNA MAKE A OMELETTE!!!"

So my brain goes, "Sheesh!" and stops talking for the rest of the day.

Anyway, I made an omelette. It had feta and spinach and onions and stuff, and it was delicious.

The Timing Could Be Better

September was a slow month in a lot of ways. I only got a few pictures drawn the entire month. They were fun, no doubt, but hardly the stuff of legends.

Welcome to the Braddy Shack

So there's this house...

Little bit pretty on the outside. A bit of a wasteland on the inside. I imagine it's a lot like other 97-year-old houses in one of the more run-down neighborhoods in Salt Lake City. But there's one thing that makes it distinctive:

IT'S MINE!!!

August and September were tough, tough months for me. Lotsa turnover at work + househunting + mortgage applications + home inspections + packing + realizing that I will now be broke for the rest of my life + seriously sleepless nights = an unhappy Braddy with not a whole lot of time on hand for blogging.

So, yeah, sorry I've been ignoring you, Internet. I was too busy OWNING A HOUSE!!! Do you own a house, Internet? I didn't think so!

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