Pan's Labyrinth: A Film Review by Erin L. Fusco

HOLYSHIT.

Hooray!

I learned how to do something in Illustrator and I was pleased as punch to crank out a piece of art and try the new technique. Hint: it has something to do with linework. Check it out!

And a shiny nickel to whoever knows who this is.

It's Always Sunny

... in Philadelphia. This is where a big chunk of my family is from, and this is also one of the greatest television shows ever to grace the small screen. Ohmygod. Major awesomeage. Watch it now on YouTube, or TiVo it. It's on FX. If you don't think it's funny, don't even tell me. I'll just get upset.

Meh

Last night I had a dream that was Looney Tunes meets film noir. It's too bizarre to describe, but good lord, it was interesting.

Earlier this week was the third time I was in the same room as Beck (to my knowledge, at least) and man, was that cool. I managed to get into an exclusive taping of a show for Yahoo! Music. How did I do it? Myspace. Thank you, Myspace, for making my life a little bit cooler.

Other than that, been busy reworking my portfolio, freelancing, the whole bit. Man, I wish I had more to say but I'm too hungry to rant.

From My Soul

Sometimes people ask me, "Erin, do your days of nonstop art making become tiresome? Do you not long for a different means to express yourself?" When I am asked this, I chuckle, sit the person down on my lap, and tell them, "No, my friend, for you see, I am a woman of many talents and passions. In fact, I once was a poet."
"A poet!" they cry, in disbelief, "Do tell me more."
I proceed to tell them of my days as a lass in regular English class. (By the way, that last sentence rhymed and I didn't even mean for it to. I still got it!). Behold, a work I penned:

Rectal bleeding
I have no phone calls.
Heavens to Betsy
Spark plug!

Meat chilling in the cooler
The answer is "green"
Put it behind your legs
Warm Suzanne Somers night.

Sean Penn frightens me
Elegance to the touch
Raspberry Jam pie
Turn around.

Sandbag sunrise
Towering walrus monument
Chicken in a trash can
Take off one sock.

She turned into a salt lick
There is a hair in my eye
The Albatross!

There you have it. A masterpiece, formerly unseen by the eyes of men, here for you to enjoy. Embrace it, for within its cryptic lines lie the very secrets of love, beauty, and the human soul.

Crappy Feet

This didn't actually happen, but this is totally what would happen if this happened.