.we be dangerous and infiltratious..thats not a word...yet.

Ok, no pic today but here is a link to a movie that I am suprisingly really excited about;

http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/thewrestler/

Sure Rourke has been crazy to look at for awhile but I love a story that reflects the actor.
Talk about the most realistic portrail you will see of this character..Mickey!!!!! Other then that, I can't tell yo much but what I will say is that Sarah and I rock and we live in a nearly impenaterable castle. Ya, I know I spell things wrong...Its a blog not the history channel.

.C-C-C-C-CATCH UP Continuim.

Yep, that slug just naturally crawled onto sarah's pumpkin and posed. Suddenly even its creator saw it in a different light. The pumpkin, not the slug. Yes sir, if there is a god, maybe that kinda thing happens day to day. Thats right I am talking about abusive relationships......ok I am not but that metaphore could be pretty good right?? For like an AA meeting or something. ANywho, if you are in one and they use it let me know. I could use some royalties. Here is a quick recap since the holladay break: ate food-was good, watched 'The Happening(expected worse)'-got even worse then thought. Spent time wondering if I should write a review, something with the title like 'The crappening' or 'The Hippying' couldn't decide on a title and gave up.. went to thurston and decorated parents house for x-mass with Sarah and Dave-good times, ate saturday with weston at Paleys place-everything was delicious-then drinks at clyde common. To end the weekend sarah and I went to Nostrana-again everything was delicious esp. the spicy oven roasted crab and the proscuito wrapped trout. Other then that, all is well and next friday I thing we are going 80s dancing for better or for worse. Oh also, DEC. 20th 'Venetian Snares', 'Otto Von Schirach', and 'Naha' at the FEZ. Be there for awesomeness.

P.s. The new Hulk movie blows and so does the film 'shooter'. Au revoir.
dirk

.text based art.

.So i decided to have gabber wednesday as well...after being woken up numerous times by people for no reason i made some coffee and dropped a hell storm of insane noise and beats upon their unsuspecting brows. After interupting my every morning, they got off light believe me. Tommorrow I am answering the door in my birthday suit and a surgeon's mask. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Anywho, recently I began taking music into work, just to play in the background, instrumental.....well, it became a kinda focus for abit for me like 'what other then afx could i play?' Yeah thats right, Aphex twin in school. Here is the most popular with a population on the autism spectrum:
1. Aphex Twin (selection hand picked by moi)
2. Mrs. Jynx- The standoffish cat
3.E*vax(i think there is just one album)
4.Kettle-(the new one)

Yea taking djing from the clubs to the classroom.
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Other then that I have been drawing but I am choosing not to post any of those doodles until sarah pix what she wants to do her holiday art bazaar with. I guess that is all I have right now.

Lastly here is a joke that is clean but kinda icky: Do you know what astronauts eat?

Launch meat.


ugh.....

.nineteen days late.

So, we are have been back since the 14th yes....I have been busy returning to work and relaxing from such a long vakay. My favorite thing about the trip? Seeing so many friends who were stoked (really, I just said stoked?) to hang out. Much respect east coast peeps!!! The image today is a scan of a journal entry from NY. I bought a book there that was half lined and half not lined...and i just realized that fact is pointless to tell you...anyway. I scanned a bunch of stuff today so expect new images here and photos on the ole myspacecrap.-------------------------------
Today is GABBER TUESDAY!!!! Which means I only listen to GABBER (hardcore techno) and draw. With the exception of a break to play 'Dead Space' which is friggin' awesome in its creepiness and goretastic fun!!! The gabber thing came about because dave was playing a terrible game called 'In the pit' and everytime he said it, it would trigger a song in my head from a compilation 'industrial strenghth 2'. So i went looking for it and discovered I have an intense amount of gabber cds......And three hours into it today 'wooo hooo!!! I feel that the amount of coffee i am ingesting and the bombastic high paced electronic assault may be leading me into a murderous convulsion but thats ok right?----------------------------------------------------
Lastly I am thinking of getting some dj mixers thingies and djing in my living room ala early nineties style........screw the club scene lets bring it home.

.present dental raise.

Sorry no drawings or doodles today...as we are in NEW YORK!!! I am trying to do a sketch a day for the return post. Day 3 here and we have already seen soo many awesometastic people!!! Ted Awesome Chang, SupaCool Billy (thanks for getting me thru that political debacle) , the radtastic Tara-to name a few. Gotts to go eats some steaks now. More to come.

.odd captains of curious boat fellows.

Getting closer to New York...can't wait. Sometimes I see things and the things I see are sooooo numbskull idiotic that it feels like my brains have testicles and as my eyes see the things I see, well, the words I see actually kick me in my brain balls. Trouble following? Allow me to provide you with an example: I enjoy reading about movies that are being made and then I enjoy never going to the theatre to see them. Its my thing, what can I say, so as I was reading a popular website THIS IS WHAT I SAW 'zach efron in remake of FOOTLOOSE' Yes, you are reading that correctly. Did you feel it? I sure did....really my thoughticles anr bruised and pained. Why would anyone? I mean really?? I hope Kevin Bacon eats efron's banal heart! I mean first Chris Penn dies and now they mock him with this!!! (Chris Penn was the friend he taught to dance..yea he was skinny then.....yea, later on in life he had some problems...of course he sounded like the guy in Resevoir Dogs, he was that guy.....no, I said he had some tuff times...and was in a track suit..nobody looks good in those.) If Kevin Bacon plays the principal in the remake....oh dear god....he probly will. I am soo disturbed now I can't even spell check.....I should go..............Hey, don't look so sad as Ice Cube would say 'keep yo head up'...wait, no he said 'are we there yet?'

WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

.sometimes I look kinda methy.

Awe yea, lookin' good!!! This sketch was a quick one from a year ago. Nice. Any who, there are a few bands that I have come across somewhat recently and I'd like to share their names with you. I know what you are thinking 'just post the audio link!!' But I am so very in love with the ways things used to be. (take that internet I am using you against yourself) Where you had to read magazines for info on bands and hunt in record stores and even special order albums. So I am going to mention them and leave it up to you to actually find and/or purchase them. Number one :Fan Death, they have the 80's keyboard asthetics in check, the disco beats of the 70's in spades, and the female front that for the lack of a better comparison sounds like Kate Bush and the knife had a baby. Number 2: Gang Gang Dance, 80's under produced percussion both rockish live drums and bass heavy 909s, odd programming and interesting synth work, plucky strange guitars, haunting cindy lauperish
vocals like something at home on 4ad back in the day. Number 3: Poni Hoax, I have mentioned them awhile ago I am sure but trust me these three bands plus 'Padded Cell' is an awesome dark disco 80's art scene bloodbath......I mean they sound good together. Expect this year to be more disco-ee then any other scene since of course disco originated. Don't worry, it is more odd, more dark, and better produced now. Thats all for now, oh and one last thing "Hey cyberspace, QUIT HITTING YOURSELF!!!!!'

.zombie cats with a love for fine dining.

Sometimes the mind can choose something to reflect on that... well, maybe isn't the most important. For instance, say I...er...you lets say you are at a meeting and then you zone out for a second and remember a song that was sung at your elementary school. Quite popular, if you remember correctly and it goes as so 'whistle while you work, Betsy is a jerk. Shane Mctheeny broke his weenie, now it doesn't work'. Ok fine, it was my elementary school and I should add that Shane seemed quite mature for fifth grade, their relationship was common knowledge, and Shane was the first person I knew that owned a Guns 'n' Roses cassette. Those were the days... On a non-similar note I'd just like to say that Mtv and Vh1 always seemed to be different in their broadcasting but as of late I have noticed that they both suck the same and show the same pointless crizap! I know that is hardly news but I just attempted to find anything worth watching and flipping through that deadzone was painfull and stupid level increasing. SEE!!!

A doctor of psychology was doing his normal morning rounds when he entered a patient's room. He found Patient #1 sitting on the floor, pretending to saw a piece of wood in half.

Patient #2 was hanging from the ceiling, by his feet.

The doctor asked patient number 1 what he was doing. The patient replied, "Can't you see I'm sawing this piece of wood in half?" The doctor inquired of Patient #1 what Patient #2 was doing. Patient #1 replied, "Oh. He's my friend, but he's a little crazy. He thinks he's a lightbulb." The doctor looks up and notices Patient #2's face is going all red.

The doctor asks Patient #1, "If he's your friend, you should get him down from there before he hurts himself"

Patient #1 replies, "What? And work in the dark?"

.a new coat is what we grow when alone.

This is the original sketch that became a collaboration piece that we entered into this hippie gallery group show. It was made not for that show though, I had just been thinking about bearies or bairys...or...however you spell it. Anyway, if you don't get it, get your head checked.
So it is saturday, which means 'cocktails'!! Ok, it doesn't really but I think it should. I am pretty sure that the (awful) Sci-fi channel is playing every aweful original film they have ever made. Its like the worst weekend in thee history of programming....ugh. That being said I have seen atleast some of each terrible one. What can I say, I love when things eat people. Its my thing. I think we are a bit uppity about our place in the food chain and I like to see us get taken down a peg or two. I don't just mean in a 'JAWS' sense either cuz if you are in the ocean and a shark eats you thats just common sense. You were in its house, you deserve what you get. Same thing with the sasquash...what do you mean it is sasquatch? I am refering to the large member of the gourd family that preys upon organic farmers...What do you mean you haven't heard of that??
Well are you a gardener? Composting doesn't count, lots of people do that. That is what I thought, anyway I am going to go now. I have some serious loin stretches to engage in before next swim suit season. Oh wait, not loin I meant leg. L8tr. Whoooooo!!!!!!!!!

.Man Shun.

I am excited it is friday!!! Ah weekend. Thats all sorry.

.we envy winter's seasonal digestion.

.Abdominal Snowman.

Just think about it.....mmhmm. This week I am back at school/work and tomorrow is PICTURE DAY! Which, as you maybe able to imagine, is usually a logistical nightmare. Can't wait...Can't wait.... Other then that, I have little to report...the mornings are getting colder and darker. Night time is stretching to touch its toes to the point that I arrive at work in its shadow and leave work in the same light...Oh, it is coming, for sure. Last night we watched Jan Svankmayer's 'Lunacy'-it was...um..........something. Something involving meat yes. Other than that and some Marquis de sade action.....I don't know. Right now I am listening to 'Ital Tek' again, it really is great typing-drawing-writing music, very enveloping. I am thinking I should go shower and shave but it is comfortable here in the dimly lit dense reverberations of my home furnishings. Oh goodness, almost forgot, big news, Coil 'New Backwards' YEA! The last recordings of Coil (again) but really this is the album that Peter and John recorded
in the 90's and was to be released on Trent Reznor's Nothing label.....in like 95 or something but was never released. (Mr. Reznor, it is time I came clean, this was largely the reason I sold all 14 halos or whatever I had import and domestic of your music.) Some versions of Coil's song things appeared in places but not these versions/remixes with Danny Hyde. As you can imagine 13-14 years is a long time for a music geek to wait for something. I thought about selling hedgehog babies on the black market in order to raise funds but it turns out they aren't illegal...so the black market isn't interested. Russian babies however...but I declined.
I take far to many naps for an endevor of that magnitude.

.transparent logic.

Yesturday, I worked a full day with a headache. It was like a sharp pain behind my right eye and the best part is that it was light sensative. Darn it, how could that be spelled wrong..... 'sesetive' ,'senseative'....ah whatever. So yea, I don't want to use the word 'migr_ai_e' because I haven't had one since I was like 18. But it sucked and it lasted until today around...NOW! Yea, super duper poopy pants lame!!!! I wasn't at work today which is also 's.d.p.p.l.' but I slept all wonky and weird and feverish.....Trying to make the day fruitful I called the ever disappointing PSU in an attempt to speak with an academic advisor. Yea, they were nonexistent and 'S.D.P.P.L.'.....
I also made it twelve minutes into the horrid film 'Taldega blah blah'...as Ernest would say 'EWEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!'. Later gator...

.eggshells aren't for dancing.

Yea, that is a drawing of my Genesis cover band. Anywho, I am soo sick and effing tired of people talking pol___t_cs!!! I don't even want to type the word. I mean there are so many other things that are out of their control that they could have an opinion on. Like friggin' leprechauns!! Or dream cows, whose milk keeps the moon white or pony dust which is their magic dander that keeps jockeys so very dainty. I mean the list goes on, instead its like 'blah blah misinformed opinion and another opinionated heard somewhere statement'.
B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!!!!!! The fun is still out there, trust me, it is just passed the blow hards next to their forgotton pow-pow-power wheel which is way more bad a$$ed then their hum-V or whatever they are called. See, know I just sound incoherant...and with spelling errors.

A market guru walks into a pizzeria to order a pizza.

When the pizza is done, he goes up to the counter to get it.

There a clerk asks him:

"Should I cut it into six pieces or eight pieces?"

The guru replies: "I'm feeling rather hungry right now. You'd better cut it into eight pieces."

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What ? too soon? Hey, I didn't make it up.

.The day we both lost our balls.

Going back to work tommorrow, the break was nice but passed quickly. Right now our home smells of pie and beef roast. Mmmmmmmmm......................This drawing is an old one but I came across some old gems in a book of mine. There you go, enjoy!

.are we annomolies.

Going to see Herman the sturgen, now. Thats all.

.small man operator.

Ah Tuesdays, soo very special. Or not. Woke up this morning, had some coffee, drew a little cartoon for you and have been listening to 'Printer' I can take more, which is off the Statler and Waldorf lable. A small label named after those two persnickity old men on The Muppets. When I say small I am not joking, they average a release a year. Whew. Anyway, I don't feel particularly motivated today...I have bathed though so I have that going for me.

*What would you call a rabbit that is mad at the sun?

-A hot cross bunny.

.war within the walls of one's own head.

So today began my week long break from work. Nothing to focus on for a day is a dangerous place for me. It can be, at times anyway. Like, minus structure, my mind feels it is free to not linger on anything for too long which results in...well, very little results AND alot of nonsense.
I have a staggering ability to not need coherent thought. Just sit on the floor next to an electric panda and name our favorite nonfood items, that we don't treat as so. 1.couch 2. other pandas 3. wooden trouser 4. even more pandas. and so forth, you know? No, nevermind....its too late. Passed their bedtimes anyway.
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There are two albums that I recently purchased which are becoming the soundtrack for my break. The first is off the ever so pleasent Planet mu records 'Mrs. Jynx' The standoffish cat. It hits my ears like off cuts of AFX and old school Artificial Intellegence stuff. Its comforting in its sleepy bouncyness. The second being 'ITAL TEK' Cyclical, off of Planet Mu as well but quite different from Mrs. Jynx. Ital tek is colder at times, dubby, dark even and noisy in small places, shimmering dense metalic echos bouncing off into the distance. Anyway, check them out and then amaze your friends. Like this,:yout friend says" wow, coldplay is awesome." you say : Ital tek'. then when they say what, you kick em in the shins for liking mundane lackluster crud like such. OR you could like that group too...but that just makes me sad.

.transfroggers.

I haven't had anything new to type so I have hired an onstaff writer..He is a little...different from me-his name is Vhil Horsch and he is a body builder. So read this but in your lowest manlyist (i know that isn't a word) voice and sound things out phonetically.

"Hey, I heard they are making a movie in Lost Angeleas..s. Yea, it is about robot frogs, its called Transfroggers. That was a joke, I don't know if they are making a moving picture in Lost Angeleas right now.....it might be a summer thing. When there is the sun out. Hey, if we were friends we could sit on a bench. Yea, like at manly places like a gun depot or a dynamite hutch and like we could eat a sandwich. Hey, like a two handed sandwich. They would be like three pounds in weight and we could do delicious reps with our sandwiches. Yea, from like our laps to our mouths and you could say things and I'd be like yep. Or the other way around. Maybe we could pretend we are dads and wrestle.....Hey, where are you going? I have already started saving for sandwiches....."

Well, it is his first attempt..you gotta give it to him for effort..you don't gotta...anyway, the picture is from Sarah and I's collab. art show from sept. This was one of my favorite pieces. Thats all, hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, keep doing your crunches.........or else.

.oh dear lord, NOOO!!!.

I was simply wondering what happened to Smoky the bear....and this popped up..
So very many things to say about this picture....so very many...................................

.looking never on.

It is a tad odd that I am wearing the very shoes I wore three years ago when I was lucky enough to marry the amazingly smart and beautiful woman you see with me in this picture. Do these shoes fit any different these days from wear and tear? Doesn't matter, as long as they stand in the same place, by her side. I could go on in a foolish attempt to explain all of the things that I love and or appreciate about her but I would miss things I am sure. As each day has its own little glimmers and shines that I'd swear I had never seen before. So I won't attempt to encapsulate her.....I will though, say this, she has the biggest heart and the most effective ears that together have an output of selfless caring that rivals even those in religious books and myths. She is and has been since I met her the very best of friend, the very best kind of friend, the unflinching unjudging unsimplifying friend, that if I have the pleasure of making her smile till the end of my days....well, I couldn't die happier. What brings this on? This outpour of emotions?? Maybe its the cell phone, see usually I can just text her and say hi, or what it is we text to eachother but without a phone I can only wait for her to come home.......wait wait wait...
OK that last thing I will say is that I am very proud of her and all of the fine work she does. xo

.who's the captain of these here waters?.

This morning I awoke groggy and familiar...There is something oddly befitting about the return of the cold and dawn's growing delay. It will no doubt be soon that I will arrive to work and leave from work within darkness. Today, my friends, is the fall equinox. Now you might say 'so what? why would you care?' To which my reply would be, 'I don't but dirk did some 15 years ago.' So this morning when I got up I felt a tad under the weather and closer, in the cold, to that 15 year old than the 30 something I have been as of late. So as I sat on mass transit I thought, 'how much do we really grow up?' Deep, I know....Oooooooooooh heavy bro. And if you know me you are most likely waiting for the joke that undercuts the meaning.....but seriously I think there is wear or damage that happens during our development that perhaps hangs around shaping perceptions etc...Like where you are as you form your ideas of who you are and what is around you and how you fit the large picture..not just teenage angst or not being popular... I don't know, I mean I am not dr. phlow or bill or what have you...ah nevermind I have lost interest in this topic. Wanna hear a joke? Um, so a wallet walks into a bar...the bartender says 'we don't serve your kind here' and the wallet says '_____________.'

That is all I have, you tell me.

Now if you will excuse me I have shadows to chew on and cob webs to cuddle.

.accidents rappin'.

Don't worry I am not going to write in rhyme, this time................anyway.
So this little ditty is from the same break from work where I made myself do one simple drawing each day...I say 'same' because so far all of the quick drawings I have posted on here are from then. Hey, it is what's on this computer already... Anywho, the story behind it is that there was a slight mix up at the post office and the least popular kid at school received another student's invite. Yea, soooooooo what else is in the news...(if you know me ,you know I detest the news and feel little to no resposibility for knowledge of this 'adult' realm...don't judge me.)
So if I had a news paper it might read thusly: TOP STORY :Kittens-cute? Yes, Boyant? Not so much. Then there is sports "FOOTBALL SEASON RETURNS" Only in this case the players are actual zombiefied ex-sportstars from random sports and the football is, in all actuality, a severed foot. You recieve points based on in what area of the field the foot is consumed and penalties are given in a complex point scheme that only hardcore math-a-matishhhhunz can decifer. Oh and the shearleaders....yes shearleaders are just a group of proud barbers who dance the periodical jig. Person interest story you say?? Simple it is just a picture of an animal caught in a tree being rescued by a fireman only the fireman's or fireperson's face is a small mirror so when you look at it, you think 'Aw, look at my heroics. How interesting... What else do you need?? Cooking with dreams? Thats the inspirational-affirmational section where the delicious dish you concoct is you!!and the ingredients, you ask? Compliments and affirmations!!
I am a gal darn delicious friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, that last idea could actually be put in book form and somebody in need of an 'inside' smile would buy it....an give it to friends on the holidays. Man, the weekend is almost here and I still got no phone. Ugh. Thats all I have right now for the typing. Until next time, cougar or cheetah? you decide-*

.Wow honey, look at that bear's angry nipples.

Well you have to admit, they do look a tad angry. So I was reading in one of those 'news' papers and the article went as follows ' 72 yr old man rescued from woods where he was on a 3 mile hike and had unexpected health complications.' My mind was suddenly bloated with questions, statements, baby utterances, and maybe a stew recipe...That last one I am unsure why it was there so lets just move on.... First of all, instead of saying 'unexpected' I would suggest 'perfectly reasonable'. I mean the dude is seventy freakin' 2 and on a three mile hike...alone I might add. Thats like the behavior animals show when they don't want you to see them die. Seriously, I know it sounds harsh but we all need some quadrants of realism. I mean a husky dude isn't going to put on denim and jog to the store..cuz he knows it will chafe his thighs....just like a 72 yr old man shouldn't hike alone cuz some part of him will experience failure. What? Bad example? Fair enough, I am not trying to be mean I just think that the 'news' paper is silly hogwash and people interest stories are poppycock and phooey. (That last sentence was edited by the same 72 yr old man, he is doing fine and I am employing him...what a happy ending.) My other thought is 'what a curse of psychic power, if you COULD predict your own health complications!!' Like 'hey melvin wanna go see that new spike lee movie on saturday?' 'Naw man, I have trichinosis at three thirty and I need to rest up for testicle cancer on Thursday.' (That last sentence was also edited by the 72 yr old man who apparently love the letter 't'.)
The end of today, all is well. boobity boobity boo.

p.s. If you want that stew recipe, let me know.

.Doing Business.

.call it a wash.

So, today was a good day at work. That is all..................ok wait, there is more: I rushed inside after work, I had THINGS to do. 1) laundry-this unexpected heat calls for the wearing of man shants (mens short pants.....ok, coolahts). 2)get recertified as a mandatory reporter of child abuse. 3) snack so that I can eats of thee vitamins (all the kids at work are sniffly or absent) 4) Take a shower (I do work with children with sensory issues.....ok and I should bathe anyway)......So I dashed inside, off with the shoes and slipped into some shorts SOOOO hideous that I have only worn them to the river, I then snatched up my clothes from around and dumped them into the washing machine. Now, here is where I made my fatal mistake....see, I forgot that I usually take an afternoon nap and as part of said ritual, I empty my pockets. Oops, I washed my wallet....again. But I also took this mistake a step further as I also washed MY PHONE!!!!!! Yea, and i mean washed it. All cycles finished including spin. Could have been worse you say???Yes, my friends drop theirs in toilets...at least I didn't mind digging mine out after it went in. So right now it is splayed across the dining table in a last wish that it's superior outer shell has...oh, who am I kidding I am on the market for a phone.....it was a sad phone anyway. Lastly, a child asked a teacher in another classroom "What do leaves become when they grow up?' I wondered what I would have told this student had it been me...... Here is a list of options I came up with:

. mommy and daddy trees.

.christmas presents.

.lawyers- followed by a misguided explanation of what animal a lawyer is.

.fairys-that grant wishes to bears who hunger for children...what? at least the kid would rake the yard.

.episodes of thinly veiled television in the form of reality television. What? where else would it come from.

.boogers. Yep trees have boogers and THATS what leaves are SOOOO next time you see some, don't kick'em. Just 'leaf'em alone!!!! Ah hahaha. Well, the kid would have laughed.

.sounds ov surroundings.

Wow, exciting....a foray into the blogging community online. Which is as far as I can tell, people talking outwardly through their fingers to nobody imparticular. Which isn't meant to be offensive, it just makes me think of a fisher...person, we will say person so as to remain unbias, and this fisher person is sitting at the edge of land....which is quite rocky and uncomprimising towards the shape of their posterior. Why? I don't know it hightens the drama, now quit interupting please, so the fisher person is sitting there and they are holding their fishing pole but there is no hook on the line (I don't want a MA rating on this blog here) but the line is in the water and the fisher person is becoming intraspective or even nostalgic and the fisher person begins to pontificate or even wax romatickaly on things....What kind of things? Look, I don't even know this particular fisher person so I can't say..but if you must have something to enrich the fabric of this scenario then...um....
puffins, yea, and moderately priced canned goods, and a math teacher that they had in elementary school who smelled of a smell who's only equal they encountered in a cheese store in France. Anywho, As the said fisher person does this verbal purging, the sound reverberates through their fingers into the pole and down into the sea where a bounty of sea creatures have gathered to hear the tale. So the fisher person thinks that the jumping fish indicate bugs about the surface but really the fish are trying to get a glimpse of the author... now if you'd stop jumping for a moment..it is time for me to go, I have cast my last line......yes, without spellcheck. HAHAHAHA