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Hey kids,

Santa has one last present for you guys, since you’ve all been such good boys and girls this year.

My very good friend, Miss Abigail Kokai, and I have been working on a childens picture book, called Icarus, for the past longerthanIcaretoadmit.  Over the past few weeks, Abby went into crazy work mode and started pumping out page after page and, just about every other day, my inbox was full of awesome quilted goodness.

Yeah, you read that right.  Abby is quilting every page of the book.

Anyway, not even half an hour ago, I received these little gems:


According to Abby, the book is nearly finished and should be print-ready sometime around March.  We’re looking into childrens book publishers and literary agents now.  Yikes.

2011, we need to step up our publishing game!  Let’s do this!
Frankie

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Frankie

Dear Santa,

Sorry to be writing to you at the last minute like this. According to NORAD, you’re already halfway across Asia. Thank God for modern technology otherwise you might not be reading this at all.

(Speaking of modern tech, thanks for all of the nice comments you’ve made on my blog. I appreciate your readership, yo.)

So I know every year I write you a nice long letter with a laundry list of things that I want – if not for me, then for the world – for Christmas. But this year is kind of different. This year has been kind of a rough one, y’know?

Three people very close to me died pretty suddenly and unexpectedly, one right after another. I had pretty horrid nearly-yearlong relationship with a really nice girl, who just had one too many problems for me to handle and needed more help than I could give. I tried, though. You know I did. All the while I threw myself into my work and tried so hard to get our book published, only to fail miserably. And, then, I left behind everything and everyone I loved, in one city, to move back to my hometown, where the only people I really know anymore are the ones I’m directly related to.

Factor in my bipolar disorder and all of the depression that comes with mourning – three – lost loved ones and, no, I may not have handled the past year as well as I could have. You know me; I bottle shit up. I know you’re not supposed to, but that’s just how I deal. And sometimes that bottle gets a little too full, y’know? There were times when I blew up at some friends and completely lost touch with others. I would hope that they would understand the immense pressure and pain this past year has placed upon me, but I’m not sure they all do. That’s one of the pitfalls of always bottling shit up. Nobody really knows what’s in the bottle until it’s poured out.

But I’m going off of point. Point is, there were times when I may have been naughty, but I always tried my hardest to be nice, even when it was slowly killing me inside.

As for Christmas, there’s really nothing that I want from you this year, Santa. It doesn’t really feel like Christmas. Or maybe I just feel like I don’t deserve or have anything to be celebrating about this year. So feel free to skip my house. Because there’s only one thing I want for Christmas and it’s nothing that can fit in a stocking hung by the chimney with care.

If you still feel the need to give me something for Christmas, maybe you can talk to your friend Jesus for me. This is more of a “His area of expertise” kind of thing. Tell Him that I’m sorry I’m asking Him work on His birthday – God only knows how much I hate having to do that – but all I want for Christmas is to just be able to spend one more day with my Pop Pop.

He died so suddenly this year. I just one one more day to sit down and talk with him, ask him all of the questions about his life that I never got to ask, listen to all of his stories and advice that I never got to hear, eat one last Christmas meal together, to laugh and love and say a proper goodbye. I miss him so much. I just want to hug my Pop Pop one more time.

And I know my mom would appreciate it, too.

So there you go. All I want for Christmas is one more day with my Pop Pop.

If there’s anything you and your friend, Jesus, can do about that, a thousand thank yous. And, if not, I completely understand.

Safe travels, my friend, and I’ll write you again next year.

Yours,
Frank Cvetkovic

Hey kids,

Just a few minutes ago, I posted a blog about Richard Heene’s Patent Pending Bear Scratch and, after I did, I looked around his site for a bit and came across these in the allegedly “Funny” Videos of Bear Scratch.

And the worst of them all…

WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE SCRATCHING???  DO THEY ALL HAVE CRABS???  I DON”T THINK THAT’S WHAT BEAR SCRATCH WAS MADE FOR!!!

Frankie

“If you itch like a son of a twitch, you need the Patent Pending Bear Scratch™.”

Um… no.  You really don’t.

That is a bear scratch… RRRAAAWWRRRR!

Frankie

…is almost halfway through his ambitious month-long project, called 31 Days of Santa, in which — every day — he posts a new original Santa illustration, drawn in the styles and techniques of various artists.

So far, he has paid homage to Ub Iwerks, Winsor McCay, Shel Silverstein, Mike Mignola, and — one of my favorites — Dr. Seuss:

An affordable print of each piece is available for sale, as well as most of the originals, and makes a great Christmas gift.  If interested in purchase, you can contact Dirk directly here.

Be sure to check out his blog for the rest of the Santas — and some great commentary on his process — then follow him on Twitter and tell him how awesome he is.  He loves that.

Santa Claus is coming to town.  Nineteen more times.

Frankie

…just posted a video of himself painting Guns N’ Roses guitarist, Slash.  Check it out:

And be sure to follow Jack on his blog, Twitter, youTube, and Coroflot accounts.

Pimpin’ actually IS kinda easy,

Frankie

…if they had been written by Sci-Fi authors.  Click here to see more.

Still waiting on The AT-AT In The Hat-Hat,

Frankie

This… kinda blew my mind.

I feel so small.  So small.

Frankie

Hey kids,

Yesterday, Seattle-based artist — Adam Watson — posted his take on what Star Wars would have looked like had it been created by Dr. Seuss.  Pretty damn awesome if you ask me.  Click here to see more.

Waiting to read the AT-AT In The Hat-Hat,

Frankie