tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107517457654424992024-02-07T16:45:00.292-08:00GOOLIE'S NOOZA fresh-faced reflection on our modern world, by a strapping young woman with a weakness for cheese and sweets.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-53622463843982553982009-06-03T21:59:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:03:02.982-07:00Dear Blog,<br /><br />A strange thing happened earlier this eve. I entered my bathroom just as my kitty cat was standing in front of his litter box, which is also located in the bathroom. Now, normally I give him his privacy, as he is a modest fellow (and I'm no peeper!) but... let's just say, "time was not on my side". So I shut the door and we both went about our business as planned. The toilet and litterbox are separated by the bathtub and shower curtain so at least we couldn't see eachother. At the time it was a strange but seemingly normal experience, like sharing a public restroom with other ladies. Separate but equal. And by that I mean separated by stalls but doing equally the same thing. The strange thing was that the timing was exactly the same. As I was flushing, he was scratching around and burying his treasure. After I had washed my hands we both turned and looked at each other at the same time, and (I assume) thinking the same thing, "Is this weird?" Then we went our separate ways. Thinking back on it, I couldn't help but wonder, is it that weird? I mean, how different is it than sharing a public bathroom with other humans? We were both strictly there for one reason, did what we had to do in privacy, and left the room to go back to what we were doing before. I can't help but wonder... is it ever possible for single gals in the city to co-habitate the john with their kitty? Or has society conditioned to believe that it's sick and wrong?<br /><br />Till next time...<br />Peace, love and happydumps.<br /><br />-GOOLIEGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-88009567165185192342008-09-29T09:02:00.000-07:002008-09-29T09:05:58.024-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Blog,<br />They say the good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain. NOT TRUE. Yesterday Rose flung a B52's cd at me to pop in the stereo and it sliced my forehead open. What's more, apparently spiders had been nesting in my forehead and they fell out of the gaping wound. Then they proceeded to bite my feet. Then I shot Rose in the arm with a pellet gun. Now we're even.<br /><br />Sadly,<br />Lady Goolie<br /><br /></span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-30390253591551508732008-08-21T09:53:00.001-07:002008-08-21T10:01:21.608-07:00The Voyeurism of Goolie LyonDear Blog,<br /><br />In regards to my last post I have started a diet. In fact all I've eaten today is a bowl of healthy fiberlicious cereal. Right now my stomach is grumbling embarrassingly loudly but I must fight it. In other news, I am a super creepy peeper in the park. Yesterday I had nothing on my docket so I walked to boston commons and sat in the grass behind a bench and drew everyone that sat down on it. Is my creeperism comparable to that of John Sloan? It's not that I enjoy doing it, I'm just really bad at drawing the human figure and I need practice. Perhaps I should advertise for models on craigssshhhlist. Bad Idea you say? You will be raped and pillaged and killed you say? Ok i guess I believe you. Gotta get back to work now, I'm really working for the weekend, and takin care of business in every way.<br /><br />BYE,<br />GoolieGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-12059492087275299462008-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:002008-08-18T17:47:28.924-07:00Pizza Predicament<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Blog,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am rapidly gaining lbs. As hard as I try I cannot stay away from pizza pies. Always in my eyes... pizza is everywhere in this city! Every corner I turn, the sweet, savory, smell of cheeses fills my nose holes. Cheese pizza, peeperoni pizza, buff chick pizza... duck pizza, these are a few of my favorite things. How do I kick the habit? Must I simply kick the bucket before my love of 'za also dies? I have an idea. I will eat 2 whole pizzas till I have a yak attack and then I'll be turned off forever. Problem solved. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fondly,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOOLIE</span></span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-63336366858681696162008-07-31T08:41:00.000-07:002008-07-31T08:53:00.913-07:00<span dir="ltr" id=":6u">Dear Lady Goolie,<br />I almost caused a power outrage the other night when I told my friends that the Talking Heads annoyed the sheet out of me. Also dislike John Lennon for personal reasons. My friends blacklisted me like a Commie Red. Can I salvage my rep? I tend to hang with skinny-fat longhairs. Should I cut my losses?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Commie,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Expressing your personal voice is important among friends and frenemies. If they can't understand that then drop em like its hot. A hot potato. You can't pretend to be mr. potato head and let people change you around. I'd say leave em' out to dry like instant mashed potatoes. Especially the fatties.<br /><br />Love,<br />Lady Goolie<br /></span><br /><br /></span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-75873909425972849702008-07-24T12:12:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:53.988-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o8hhWLy-lNS3zu5tA8oDf-RUD4TQLwLDemK_zuHJc_etm4pWoewivkTRScGkEp1cY0QfPKK3if2FcLapslxJnTyBgXRYp74wWBos9vXezWJ-AvNCrHMh1r9nw8ukPk_knFjU7ApOJwk/s1600-h/halafjewaio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o8hhWLy-lNS3zu5tA8oDf-RUD4TQLwLDemK_zuHJc_etm4pWoewivkTRScGkEp1cY0QfPKK3if2FcLapslxJnTyBgXRYp74wWBos9vXezWJ-AvNCrHMh1r9nw8ukPk_knFjU7ApOJwk/s400/halafjewaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226660800575643186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">WELCOME TO BOSTON!!!<br /><br /></div>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-56780896127768215962008-07-24T10:15:00.001-07:002008-12-10T07:47:54.163-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKH-sKxvvFAjdrc5mwjBOofT3jxF0MHEzQFR5EemD5o3_l-iGGm8BXaPJPDbn5OhMV2YfqRAaoCXrZWU8UalarysCvJ0oeH0oENOBQ1A52jhyphenhyphenadwIKApszdS7EQavxdcdh3wDLs8W7PiM/s1600-h/stankfaces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKH-sKxvvFAjdrc5mwjBOofT3jxF0MHEzQFR5EemD5o3_l-iGGm8BXaPJPDbn5OhMV2YfqRAaoCXrZWU8UalarysCvJ0oeH0oENOBQ1A52jhyphenhyphenadwIKApszdS7EQavxdcdh3wDLs8W7PiM/s400/stankfaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630505478729218" border="0" /></a>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-77582382817233485202008-07-24T10:14:00.001-07:002008-12-10T07:47:54.319-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoZK7e42gkxvpCs-Cl9EIayc3znMO4JfdMM7ss4R5DOsSYAcCQfGotvS3uS-qgGn4bXWYOWf2IcocT0hhbmKVLKNzJk6WBX6O35m7MdI0ieXLcK4h9YDIK8O9pKpgUsGyg54-SQiWJQM/s1600-h/FOOD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoZK7e42gkxvpCs-Cl9EIayc3znMO4JfdMM7ss4R5DOsSYAcCQfGotvS3uS-qgGn4bXWYOWf2IcocT0hhbmKVLKNzJk6WBX6O35m7MdI0ieXLcK4h9YDIK8O9pKpgUsGyg54-SQiWJQM/s400/FOOD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630276593802242" border="0" /></a>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-86132265476866996602008-07-23T11:38:00.000-07:002008-07-23T20:39:42.755-07:00Dear Lady Goolie,<br /><br />I spend the majority of my time in the workplace cruising the internet and chatting with my no-good friends. I need this job, you see, because I am saving to start a family. How much is too much to spend on lunch each day? How excited is too excited to be for lunch each day? Can you recommend any good books or television shows?<br /><br />Signed,<br /><br />Frequently Anticipating Tuna And Swiss Sandwiches<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dear FATASS,<br /><br />There's nothing wrong with taking a vacation from the trials and tribulations of the modern workplace to slide around the world wide web. However, your behavior sounds slightly manic. First, ask yourself, are you really doing what you want to be doing professionally? Are you happy with your job? If so, stop monkeying around, someone might catch on and decide you're not working to your full potential. When it comes to lunch, I firmly believe that money is well spent on good food. It's something that no one should skimp on. I do not buy store brand groceries and I'm not ashamed of that. I have a collection of assorted fancy cheeses. I think and plan very carefully the meals I eat all day, It's most of what I think about. However I don't always have the cash for that. IDEA: Go to your favorite savory snack place and pretend you're waiting for someone, simultaneously take trips to the bathroom with pockets lined with napkins scoring scraps of foodies along the way. Eat in stall. Once you are full, leaving shrugging shoulders, stuffed and satisfied for free! Learn it, live it, loves it. <br />As for the book/television suggestions I have two words for you (for each category): Harlequin Romance, and Muppet Babies. That is all.<br /><br />Best,<br />Lady GoolieGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-79040389145059693532008-07-20T16:58:00.000-07:002008-07-20T20:40:30.477-07:00Dear Blog,<br /><br />Today is the worst. I am moping so hard, I'm sulking. It must be the heat, this kinda heat makes the blood boil. My blood could poach an egg right now. Also, I'm starving. (Thank you Rose for throwing out my chips for no reason, that was so kind of you, I guess it's your way of saying I'm a fat ass). Also I'm being exiled from my own home because I smoke. I dont smoke in the house, and now I'm not allowed to smoke on the porch either. Lord send me a friend. Team tri-force seems to be crumbling due to petty arguments & lack of fun. Still have no money and owe several heaps of dollars to several people. Our neighbors are super a-holes who throw cardboard down the stairs against our door and apparently have started a fight club upstairs, because every five minutes it sounds as though someone will come crashing through our ceiling. Time for wine.<br /><br />Fondly,<br />GoolieGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-69210321310995349412008-07-15T15:09:00.000-07:002008-07-15T15:10:17.007-07:00ON THE REAL: I made a new world wide website: www.julielyon.carbonmade.comGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-6835999425608904802008-07-15T14:57:00.000-07:002008-07-15T15:04:58.280-07:00redneck<span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Blog,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have very sensitive neck skin. Two days ago I vacationed to our sunny sister state, RI. I spent the day at the beach, and that goddamned sun of ours burned my neck very badly. (I know, global warming, right?) It looks like someone tried to strangle me with an oven mitt covered in sandpaper. I hope it departs my skin soon, it is hurtful. Any idears with how to make it go away? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Signed,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rednecked Goolie</span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-67875816350511311932008-07-09T12:45:00.000-07:002008-07-09T12:51:23.777-07:00Q and A<span id="1fuf">Dear Lady Goolie,<br /><br />When is it appropriate to hit on a colleague? What if you have never spoken? What if they are not particularly attractive, but their behavior indicates that they hate your face?<br /><br />Signed, Lolling in Love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear LiL,<br /><br />Relationships in the workplace are trouble with a capital T that rhymes with P that stands for phooey. Understand? Also if they hate your face AND they're unattractive then you are barking up the wrong tree my dear. Who is this anyway? And how did you find my blog? Are you the guy that sits in the very back corner of the office?????<br />EWWWW LEAVE ME ALONE!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Lady Goolie<br /></span><br /><br /></span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-73498154558529400562008-06-27T18:10:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:54.563-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZup8UgbchmlEVL91St19ngTnYVnz6KMblk9VPN2VrlDK81S9lWzdnTSi2v0z_ClzpSNrrnS5-1QsLSe2LlM212X0RhOmZTXLcZDfBbzcPhEllHU6u-CBtd13XKq0KBvNAbfV3g2F_4CA/s1600-h/greeneyes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZup8UgbchmlEVL91St19ngTnYVnz6KMblk9VPN2VrlDK81S9lWzdnTSi2v0z_ClzpSNrrnS5-1QsLSe2LlM212X0RhOmZTXLcZDfBbzcPhEllHU6u-CBtd13XKq0KBvNAbfV3g2F_4CA/s400/greeneyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216733739372387378" border="0" /></a>creepy peepers<br /></div>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-67256460054347021782008-06-27T17:56:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:54.736-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8xpYSQgmXGbRL1-o_0-GMc7F_yU6pYyy2wUy99lEriU9r3E27iCUK0LMxw_bsQEJ9bwVpHYORo38SU_-rigxPWJXUK1ywzCz-4IDQmJ-T1zuqbHJiV9PNk0THxARylC7j0S7LziNorI/s1600-h/cheesetrees.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq4x6I2NP9_ohRuI_icE0ClhK43tFOw298x3fVHFxtCJxElwB4w17A5fJ1KLxmiBiz4jN3y_Zv3lqtNLfqKm1BiNXTWSUYP4V-F-m0Tv3jlPPYv_oZI0JtLW2gtFKlZqLT36R7hxC7h0/s1600-h/bananaconda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq4x6I2NP9_ohRuI_icE0ClhK43tFOw298x3fVHFxtCJxElwB4w17A5fJ1KLxmiBiz4jN3y_Zv3lqtNLfqKm1BiNXTWSUYP4V-F-m0Tv3jlPPYv_oZI0JtLW2gtFKlZqLT36R7hxC7h0/s400/bananaconda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216730294926723122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh sleek bananacondas...</span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-9509063086643333092008-06-26T11:22:00.000-07:002008-06-26T11:30:22.178-07:00movietime<span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Blog,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am torn. I am torn between what movie to rent at redbox tonight. Beowulf or Rent? On one hand Beowulf is a hot and sexy wolfman, but he is a little self-conscious and that is so not hot. Rent is looking to be this summer's hottest flick, although it's a little sing-songy. I do love action films though. What do you think blog? I wish you would answer me. What am I going to do? I could pick up another package of betty crocker instant cookies mix, maybe I wont burn them this time. I hate my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Woefully yours,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goolie</span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-70170553260568421242008-06-25T14:29:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:54.877-08:00Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0l3ZX4Xl0CuV-re64EH9tdPS2U8nkJIozqZTbBaMOeSLfQysun_I074YVivc8Qn1v5u2qwtVltNG1t1imUxH_up3xsZbcuLdI041guEz36SckUe9zUVqb53mszRh_uu-C9tQ4UhHeXo/s1600-h/avacados.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0l3ZX4Xl0CuV-re64EH9tdPS2U8nkJIozqZTbBaMOeSLfQysun_I074YVivc8Qn1v5u2qwtVltNG1t1imUxH_up3xsZbcuLdI041guEz36SckUe9zUVqb53mszRh_uu-C9tQ4UhHeXo/s400/avacados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934386281518930" border="0" /></a><br />I painted this for my mom and my sister stole it from her.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-78539392808824155792008-06-25T14:21:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:55.341-08:00I do not <3 robots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHOIJVVSMeM719tMBFnimWcbnh1nY0AtsYzGVK4MI36oaCGVRDR1lR2z0zskRpPQD6Z35sZcDbRHKa05aBranBJUFM-aCGBndU1aDKVGOT3BwD6AgBVoAx4aRiVrM2Qq512441TLdBFg/s1600-h/robots2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHOIJVVSMeM719tMBFnimWcbnh1nY0AtsYzGVK4MI36oaCGVRDR1lR2z0zskRpPQD6Z35sZcDbRHKa05aBranBJUFM-aCGBndU1aDKVGOT3BwD6AgBVoAx4aRiVrM2Qq512441TLdBFg/s400/robots2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215933073786559906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGcYxVBVVRbUrMCGRBdeoU5trwYkCcYokP_yOrUYS7F6cuMxh7lUaWNTRx5Wfb6huQf4KiPWc-Fa5cTZQP9ZrZKc4geXmRLHWvcfCn-S67dVeq8nP56vN7iZQIJye1G8mf-xDHr-IzzU/s1600-h/robots1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGcYxVBVVRbUrMCGRBdeoU5trwYkCcYokP_yOrUYS7F6cuMxh7lUaWNTRx5Wfb6huQf4KiPWc-Fa5cTZQP9ZrZKc4geXmRLHWvcfCn-S67dVeq8nP56vN7iZQIJye1G8mf-xDHr-IzzU/s400/robots1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215932781878734370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogLs-XI-QBvUckkIiIgs3MCaLBiAN_oXlm6zhOaHrTvtXEP_meBI2HZHKaf5c27dYqMaquaFvu1ECIipoNoHKEm6cvzI09_KQ76TdKIYmeZcqrV41UkrxTOkrETGyNZaD4vbv4Izc6g8/s1600-h/robots3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogLs-XI-QBvUckkIiIgs3MCaLBiAN_oXlm6zhOaHrTvtXEP_meBI2HZHKaf5c27dYqMaquaFvu1ECIipoNoHKEm6cvzI09_KQ76TdKIYmeZcqrV41UkrxTOkrETGyNZaD4vbv4Izc6g8/s400/robots3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215932491889915890" border="0" /></a>Robots lost in the desert, the woods, the sky, etc. Just some mixed media shizzz.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-69324370699633993302008-06-25T14:09:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:55.802-08:00Bears, Bikes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBqXliBn8EVCRWGsnI_DM5nAOkjCba5okkPyftTuAouxk9u3BYoWegTAycu2YcAE0nWu4TOC-36OfsBttG6Cdx15KLNrh6Dn6i33JQ9Gfgzg0Cd8nzfV40YTGlrvVD1JLOX5ZMha80qg/s1600-h/PHX1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBqXliBn8EVCRWGsnI_DM5nAOkjCba5okkPyftTuAouxk9u3BYoWegTAycu2YcAE0nWu4TOC-36OfsBttG6Cdx15KLNrh6Dn6i33JQ9Gfgzg0Cd8nzfV40YTGlrvVD1JLOX5ZMha80qg/s400/PHX1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215929764422928242" border="0" /></a>Another Cover I did for the PHX but they didn't end up using.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-79664574876882526652008-06-25T14:07:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:56.154-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKwYluF-ed2_OByRAgoocGTuDBWPsrCfCHv-FKebC5iuQY3yDuSY_RTy2Taoxcq6Nh8Fc44EKZ3rg01iajlIkvGBYx9T1yUUpiwmGiVSPRzp80DTQ2VFVesYlDoyCumdNSddlkkkhAu8/s1600-h/HPIM3076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKwYluF-ed2_OByRAgoocGTuDBWPsrCfCHv-FKebC5iuQY3yDuSY_RTy2Taoxcq6Nh8Fc44EKZ3rg01iajlIkvGBYx9T1yUUpiwmGiVSPRzp80DTQ2VFVesYlDoyCumdNSddlkkkhAu8/s400/HPIM3076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215934163617734418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIG5J8tHELs1CojOZI0aq35mjWhuhUaBO7x9-3UWz6n-2SOeHEIs2DA471T8YpcGxe-DIkP1cV9rcL5eLUIN6WQ-s8V5txsILmj2d3f2zBvlUGoYFn0DOjO7HdUfwJglpMdTk58D6BgOk/s1600-h/IMG_7612.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIG5J8tHELs1CojOZI0aq35mjWhuhUaBO7x9-3UWz6n-2SOeHEIs2DA471T8YpcGxe-DIkP1cV9rcL5eLUIN6WQ-s8V5txsILmj2d3f2zBvlUGoYFn0DOjO7HdUfwJglpMdTk58D6BgOk/s400/IMG_7612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928905555489778" border="0" /></a>Some old swirly paintings.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-84104259798476325222008-06-25T13:27:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:56.336-08:00BIRRRRRD TREES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuTgOtqddFgI-kQgycA3o-PWD_ZblM5vl7bdkMErwG-EZ-PLmqurUf-lwHK0PhleQE-K8yAEEFbbrgKL495dqAkPFmkcUyRhqQxNKXoIUNpc1SIC9iTo7tjEMsSKw6s-fepYKYwJ66CU/s1600-h/birtrees.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuTgOtqddFgI-kQgycA3o-PWD_ZblM5vl7bdkMErwG-EZ-PLmqurUf-lwHK0PhleQE-K8yAEEFbbrgKL495dqAkPFmkcUyRhqQxNKXoIUNpc1SIC9iTo7tjEMsSKw6s-fepYKYwJ66CU/s400/birtrees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215927362604460770" border="0" /></a>Painting for my super creepy children's book.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-68066213746335330022008-06-25T12:22:00.000-07:002008-06-25T12:58:29.402-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Lady Goolie,<br /><br />Literally the only thing I think about is myself. I look at the popsicle ladies and wonder, "What if I were in a popsicle suit? And melted?" Then I pause, and look into the mirror. Any advice?<br /><br />Signed, Confused/Befuddled/Bewitched by my own countenance.<br /><br />PS I ate the last string cheese.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear CBBBMOC,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I understand your problem. I too, only think about myself and my blog. The thought of wearing a popsicle suit has also crossed my mind several times in the past few days. But worry not my friend, keep on keeping on and stop looking in the mirror. I suggest you break all the mirrors you own, take those shards of broken mirror and make a tiffany style lamp with them. Light up your life. Also stop eating string cheese it is terrible for your digestive tract. And they're mine, I bought them and I have no money and I hate you. <br /><br />Good Luck,<br />Goolie<br /></span></span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-71630380178099372562008-06-18T11:13:00.000-07:002008-12-10T07:47:56.615-08:00popsicle ladies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQeZ3MCcGBJuPVlxIDLKxZ2YlPkvmN_auMQ24oRDMUWRonfTMsZyQJf76-l37BKpQrXtQj2I7uBDUeKCFE0-BdS727Grd7fAgRXwUp2wPIfHgmu2aF8tTW2_106vBogUQWVuMO9TQLPo/s1600-h/finalll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQeZ3MCcGBJuPVlxIDLKxZ2YlPkvmN_auMQ24oRDMUWRonfTMsZyQJf76-l37BKpQrXtQj2I7uBDUeKCFE0-BdS727Grd7fAgRXwUp2wPIfHgmu2aF8tTW2_106vBogUQWVuMO9TQLPo/s400/finalll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213286670827693698" border="0" /></a><br />An Illustration I did for the Phoenix Summer Preview cover. They didn't use it though.GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-45917536176897549432008-06-17T16:47:00.000-07:002008-06-17T16:48:18.433-07:00ATTENTION READERS!!<br /><br />PLEASE SEND ALL FAN MAIL AND LETTERS TO : cupcake44ster@gmail.com<br /><br />THANK YOUGOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310751745765442499.post-10649029183308350502008-06-17T15:08:00.000-07:002008-06-17T15:25:20.635-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Blog,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Today I am filled with shame and pain. Last night I thought I made a friend. This so-called "friend" promised to take me to the Celtics game with him tonight. Imagine my excitement! I was filled with glee, so much glee it made me have to pee. Or maybe it was all the beer. Anywhooo... later in the night he told me I couldn't go, for reasons still unknown to me. Of course this upset me greatly. Filled me with a rage unknown to my friends or fellow bar patrons. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I asked the bartender for a glass of water, carried it over to the evil man-child, and dumped it on his khaki-ed lap. This of course caused great commotion and I was immediately corralled out the door. But I went silently and obediently. Won't be going back there too soon. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">peace, love and understanding,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOOLIE</span>GOOLIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549035228454710610noreply@blogger.com0