February 16, 2005
A Guest on Conan O'Brien on February16, 2005
Sorry it's been a while. I haven't had a memorable dream in quite a while.
Me and another guest were sent to the back to do some drawings for the show. Backstage there was another desk that looked like the Conan's desk in the front of the stage.
I started drawing the dog from "What-a-Mess" because I remembered how Conan used to make fun of the dog all the time. Actually, no he didn't. It was a dream engineered memory, if you know what I mean. The "What a mess" dog drawing started carrying human characteristics so I drew Conan using the "What a mess" dog.
After I did the pencil work, I started drawing over it with a pen. Conan came to the back to see how we're doing.
"Can I finish this later?", I asked, "I could go on forever."
"Tell me", he ask, "When was your first world series?"
"What-!?", I replied.
I started getting the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be drawing. The other guy looks like he came from the Major League Baseball association.
Me and another guest were sent to the back to do some drawings for the show. Backstage there was another desk that looked like the Conan's desk in the front of the stage.
I started drawing the dog from "What-a-Mess" because I remembered how Conan used to make fun of the dog all the time. Actually, no he didn't. It was a dream engineered memory, if you know what I mean. The "What a mess" dog drawing started carrying human characteristics so I drew Conan using the "What a mess" dog.
After I did the pencil work, I started drawing over it with a pen. Conan came to the back to see how we're doing.
"Can I finish this later?", I asked, "I could go on forever."
"Tell me", he ask, "When was your first world series?"
"What-!?", I replied.
I started getting the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be drawing. The other guy looks like he came from the Major League Baseball association.