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"I have a power. It is dancing. I can confuse people with
my dancing. Sometimes I confuse people
with my cooking as..."
More about Joel
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Schools (Other):
sonoma state university, topa topa, CalArts
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Occupation:
design animation/ art teach
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Affiliations:
nice goats, robots, blinking lights
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Hobbies and Interests:
making stuff, experimental cooking, magicrobots, walking around, laying on the ground, watching bugs, expiditions and invented adventure trips
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Favorite Music:
Thai country music, nortec, marching band, clapping
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Favorite TV Shows:
Americas funniest home videos
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About Me:
I have a power. It is dancing. I can confuse people with
my dancing. Sometimes I confuse people
with my cooking as well, it doesnt work out as well as the dancing. I am constantly making things, like... well I will have to show you. TALENTED CUDDLER.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Strong-inside woman. Slightly magic. Pretty fun.
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coming out of the Mini-Mart in
Shoshone, Wyoming with a 64oz.
plastic cup of Gatorade. You know
what he said: "Mmm...Good." I was
like all "Damn, I wish I looked as good
as he does."
north of Flagstaff, back in '32. It
was Joel and myself, backed into a
little box canyon where we'd trailed a
band of cattle thieves who'd managed
to get the drop on us. I was down to
3 slugs in my '44 and Joel was down to
4. Things didn't look good. "Well
Hoss," I says to him "looks like they
got us pretty well hitched up. I
don't think we'll be walkin' away this
time." He smiled his big goofy grin,
turned to face me and said "Headed for
the last roundup are we? Don't be so
sure, pard." Then he jumped up and ran
for the horses. The cow thieves
opened up with their Winchesters and
Joel fired 2 of his remaining rounds,
jumped on his horse and charged
straight at them. I'd never seen
anything like that before. There was
a lot of shooting but none of it was
coming towards me. I thought he was a
dead man for sure and I skedaddled out
of the canyon just as fast as my pony
would carry me. Next day I led the
sherrif back to scene of the battle
and there were the cow stealers, all
dead as hell. But no Joel. We didn't
know where he'd gone but we did find
his nag. I figured he was all shot up
and crawled off somewhere to die. We
searched every inch of the canyon,
finally gave it up. It was about
three years later I walked into an
adobe-walled saloon outside of Corpus
Christi when back in a dark corner I
heard some old liar regaling a couple
of senioritas with an outragous tale
that sounded somehow familiar. Well
I'll be god-damned if it wasn't old
Joel leanin' his chair back against
the wall, a mug of tequila in his
paw. "Why you contrary old son of a
bitch!" I told him, "How the hell did
you get out of that box canyon?" He
just looked at his senioritas and
said "Buy us another round and I'll
tell you about it."
mawmaw would point to Joel and say, "why
can't you be more like Joel? He's a good
boy." And there Joel would be, sewing
scraps of fabric into a dog costume, or
poisoning ants. And so I'd do that and then
I'd get in trouble again. And mawmaw would
point to Joel again but this time Joel would
be doing something different, like dressing
up star wars action figures and hiding them
in a strawberry cake.
most original and creative people i
know, who's art and personal life blur
together into one seamless roll of
fake fur.
a tree or laying on the grass for hours barely
moving, he's got it goin' on. You should see
him when he's really concentrating. oh yeah,
he's smart with a sense of humor, so ask him
ANYTHING, he'll be sure to answer (like a
magic 8 ball).