Sunday, November 22, 2009

Tricky Dick

So, while at school I was part of the radio station. My DJ name was DJ Tricky Dick and I was absolutely terrified of the telephone. I also would catch myself in the middle of saying some dirty words pretty often. I guess it fit? I don't know, you guys. I've just always been interested in that whole time in US history. Maybe it's because my parents were dirty, dirty hippies. Only not really.

My Dad has called him Tricky Dick on many occasions though.

I now use Tricky Dick as a screenname on websites from time to time, including I made myself the above image to use as an artist icon for when my shirt gets sold in December.

In the mean time I'm kind of desperate for a job where my pay isn't dependent on whether I spill soup on someone or if I forget to bring extra sugar to the table or something. Admittedly, that fish suit looks like it would be made with the skins of Muppets and if my theory on their annual shedding of skin is correct, I totally want one. It's not like I want Dr. Teeth dead, you guys. Obviously that's the only skin that fish suit can be made of.


  1. Ahaha...I love the Nixon piece.

    Fun story: my dad was in the Air Force while Tricky Dick was president, and as such there was a picture of him hanging on the wall where my dad was stationed. One night my dad took the picture off the wall and wrote the lyrics to the Who's "The Punk and the Godfather" over it. The officer in charge wasn't too happy when he found it, but I don't think he ever found out it was my dad. Yay for dirty hippie parents.