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The golden age of dizmal






you can Twitter me up or find me on the Facebook if you need me.
Here is wHAT I HAVE i BEEN UP TO?
Entertaining the people, delighting the crowds making the children laugh. I have maintained at least two kid gigs a week but mostly more. We make zines and crayons, do maintenance work for a company and do open mic shows, rock videos, commercials and circus shows. I worked a long time to be able to scrape out a living as a clown in the town I love.

Brick Break!

Coloring book T shirts!!!!!!!!!!!!!click here

Phantom Chicken is working with Dingo and Olive and will be taking pre-orders for this limited edition print run until April 13, 2011.

By pre-ordering you can choose your favorite shirt styles, colors, and sizes... like getting a custom shirt with this fantastic art on it.

We will be printing these shirts on April 15, 2011 and then we'll ship them priority mail to wherever you are.

here is a first...

Tonight I made a complicated order in a catalog. I ordered lots of items involving me writing the numbers of the individual items. Then I email the numbers and they bring me the merchandise. I have a business license and it's pretty common actually.
BUT!!! The crazy first time experience is....drum roll.
I'm in the catalog that I'm reading over and over in photos and there is a cartoon of me on the cover!!!!!
It's pay for a modeling gig and the face on the cover part is because we made fast friends with the crew.
We will be selling bike lights that you can charge up with a USB port!!!
I'm so happy and grateful that a gig provided me with a little micro business to keep the bills paid.

What a recommendation!!!!!

A nice lady comes out of a coma and she is doing great! Her dutiful husband asks what he can get her...her wish is his command. She asks for the Olive and Dingo coloring book! He ordered 10 so I guess the nurses will be coloring chickens now!!!!Welcome back to the living world Virginia!!!!!

"Hey Dingo, My virginia is out of her Coma and doing GREAt, well, considering she tried to die and spent half of the month with more plumbing than our house.... BUT
One of the first things she said was she wants your coloring book. I have to grant that. Now that is a HELL of a recommendation for your book. "Comatose woman asks for Dingo Dizmal & Olive Rootbeers Coloring book upon regaining Coinscieness."
I know you posted info elsewhere to send you Georges, but I have been preoccupied. Tell you what, I'll buy 10, Yes, I mean it.... Give me the addy and the georges are on the way. gotta make it worth your time!

Pat,"
click the link above for your own copy!

I found this on Grobbly Gribbly's facebook page.

Saterday Wide Open Mic With Your Hosts DINGO Dizmal AND OLIVE Rootbeer

Time Saturday, February 5 · 6:30pm - 9:30pm
Location Flying Cat Coffee 3041 SE Division Street., Portland OR, 97214

Sign Up is @ 6:30pm WE START AT 7pm.
Slots are 10 minutes or 3 pieces...
They have beers for sale... but ALL AGES are welcome!

Bring a Dinner Date or come to make friends! This ongoing event is to bring performance artists of all sorts to SE Portland and showcase the multitude of talent. Located in a cozy cafe there are drinks, food and fun for all! Need to let out some energy this Saturday? Come pour your heart out, make some jokes or make a friend at our intimate stage...

Oh.... and come prepared for a possible contest; Prizes and Balloons for participants! :o)

wigs in the dumpster

I would like to thank the person who threw away two wigs. When I looked into the dumpster I thought I had found a body!!That mortal freakout was exhilarating. It also gave an opportunity to observe my neighbors observation skill. If there ever was a body the folks round here wouldn't notice.

10 years of baby raising then two years of baby sharing...

And now 10 months of baby mama no sharing.I must be a real monster. The 25 people who actually know me and see me every day seem to disagree. I'm still up every morning around 8am waking to nightmares about my kids.I feel like they are thinking about me and waking me up. My kids miss me dearly...because I'm a loving father who has never had a serious problem and always pay child support. It's cold and without knowing that they are warm is torture. I need to know that they are not sleeping on blankets piled up near an electrical outlets. I need to know my daughter isn't sleeping alone on a floor of the house across from a random craigslist room mate. I need to love them and give them my smell and language. Keeping them from me is a really rotten thing to do to my children as well. I feel them calling me and crying out to me.
Why? She gives different reasons to whomever she pleases. She told my Mom I'm a drug dealer, she told me I was a lair and I drive without license or insurance, she told the internet that I shot my kid with a stage cannon and when Olive called begging to see the babies the Ex seemed to have a problem with Olive's age. What a bunch of bitter cockamaime trumped up B.S.
Before I noticed that she got meaner and meaner..more demanding and hypocritical with each visit. I eventually had the sense to tell Olive not to mention any of our happiness or success. I noticed the direction of the malice too late. The Ex lied to me about the kids whereabouts for a month and then sent a nastygram. Thats an awful way to teach kids how to deal with things. That's the most selfish path possible.
I have a pile of Christmas gifts from the family and community they were taken from. I hear they got the gifts from Texas but the EX kept the Christmas money without telling them (Real classy C.J.)Now we are paying her to keep them from me. I'm really afraid that maybe she won't let them see me because she lied to them so much she doesn't want them to know the truth. Luckily they totally know the truth.
This is the worst thing anyone has ever done to me. It was so rude and abrupt I can't help but think it was a present for someone else. I was a good man to her, I didn't go out, loved her and protected her...i regret putting her first for so many years. Somehow I got all the blame for what went wrong.
See the thing is I'm around kids a lot. I have to make sure not to let any little hands come into contact with mine because when I feel them I start crying.
That's bad at work because I'm a happy clown.
Crazy thing is latley I have been working building maintenance and Olive works in the burbs doing tableside balloon art. I only clown for nightclub gigs, plays and tv stuff.
I'm fortunate enough to be lovable and well liked by my community...and the larger community too. The other day a nice lady stopped in traffic and called us off our tall bikes just so she could hug the stuffing's out of us. It was her birthday and she came from Washington to Portland and had just bought one of our coloring books from a book store. People love us and thank us for making them happy quite a bit. We can put on a good show Olive and I.
It's surreal when we have a big crowd and they are laughing hard at our clown antics. In my head as I see them having a good time it's in slow motion and I'm just fascinated that I can make them laugh while inside I'm hurting so bad without my kids I just want to crawl into a corner.

Remember I told you our lovely room mate got us day old muffins from a Mosque?

(glee)only when I threw them in the freezer they touched some bacon and exploded. Well now we got all the half gone Toilet paper rolls> We got kicked down some holy scrolls yo!

Chimpanzeenita Oregon!

Today I'm sending 10 coloring books to the good people over at the Cloud and leaf bookstore in Manzanita Oregon. Go see them if you live close!I'm also sendin one to a high school kid in Fort Collins CO.

stilters!!!!!

from Julie Green
Hi Dingo, Do you know any stilt walkers that would like to be in a Mardi Gras parade in March at PCC? It's a fundraiser hoopla for our group to get to New Orleans and do some humanitarian and environmental work. We need ya and your friends to bring up the celebration energy! To quote Rodger Rabbit " Prrrrrrrrrease!" :)

Well Julie I'm stoked to lend a hand. Leapin Louie gifted me some Xmass stilts. I haven't tried them or any stilts so it looks like a lotta fun for all watching me try. The only thing is I may have to work the day job on that day so let us know what day ok?.

Two paintings sent to Medford this month.

I'm shipping this huge painting across the state. It's a little bit of a trick to find clean cardboard that is dry and big enough for a painting this big. This thing is three feet long and two feet tall. I found this box and it cracked me up."Chest Freezer" sounds horrific.

Our Coloring book is all over the country now.

And in P town!

Our book cost $4 and is at
Powell books on Hawthorne,
El Guapo 63rd&Foster,
Cosmic Monkey 53rd&Sandy blvd.,
Excalibur 24th&Hawthorne,
Floating world comics 5th&Burnside,
Daedalus 21st & Flanders and Reading Frenzy 9th&Burnside.

Need one mailed? Mail it's $5 sent to Olive Rootbeer 4110 SE Hawthorne #142 Portland OR. 97214-5246 The next coloring book will be all ages and it's a "Who done it?"mystery book.

Here is a little piece of what my man Quinn can do.

The dude generates his own music everywhere he goes. Lots of variation to his art and he performs all his songs rather than just getting through them. Thats a big plus.

"baiting the trap"

living working loving

Nothing like telling the GF (who just got home from balloon making at Applebees) "I'm done" and she sez "no you aren't" and manually actually finishes it.
I don't mind one bit...in fact I love watching her do it.

I'm no saint but I don't deserve this.

WARNING!!!!ACHTUNG!!!!!CUIDADO...the following is not the regular nutty banter but a real sad story. If you are giggling them maybe you should go take a bath or something and come back when I'm talking about puppies or Kenny Rodgers or Peanut butter pasta recipes or other pleasant things.~

I'm glad... Christmas is over.I don't subscribe to Christianity but this was still a family holiday. I haven't been allowed any contact with my kids since May 28th. No contact like I'm a monster. I spent last night alone in a little room eating fruit loops and really missing my kids. Every morning I wake to nightmares about my ex, every time I try and sleep I have nightmares about my kids. I sleep about 4-5 hours a night trying to avoid those two worst moments. I talked to my friend who is in a similar situation and that helped.
I'm living with all my childrens clothing and toys. I dry my face with my daughters bathrobe every day when I wash and my sons socks are mixed in with mine so I'm sure to pray for him. My kids clothes no longer fit them after all this time but I don't dare throw them out. We have crates of kid toys, books, games and all their stuff. Just like when my wife left me in 07 they got no warning that she was taking them away from me. I asked my daughter how the split up went and she said " My life was great at the Clown House and then one day I went to grammas and when I came back I didn't have a Dad anymore."
Ex lady left with kids, dog and both businesses and didn't tell me where she went for a long time.
This time I refused to hand over some equipment she was demanding. If she had asked I would have totally given it to her. I took my kid to a concert. When I got home her boyfriend had Olive in tears with internet harassment over a photograph. The punishment had begun.
The next weekend the kids never showed. The ex never answered my calls anyway so they lied to Olive instead. We got lied to for months and then got a nasty and yet cryptic letter.
I'm a Dad who for all the years put the kids to bed by hand every night, worked several jobs to keep the bills payed and managed to be a huge part of a positive movement. Both my kids are very proud of me and we have never had a problem.
I don't drink, I have never been arrested, never had to take my kids to the emergency room, I watch them like a hawk, I always pay the child support, I'm around kids every day and the whole town sings to me as I ride by. I only have one room mate at a time and I don't even hang out with cig smokers if I can (sorry stinky face).
I only care to hang out with sober,bright people who are doing something and going somewhere. I'm not perfect by far and I'm no angel but I don't do anything to deserve this.
I was there 24-7 on Ex ladys side for both pregnancies, rubbing VitE on her, going to classes and both kids were born right into my hands. We had our kids in houses together with a midwife near but it was mostly the two of us. I have spent countless hours rocking kids, feeding them scrubbing diapers and teaching them love, afection and kindness. I champion community service, friendship and heroism and I want them to do the right thing. I don't want them to learn to negotiate like Ex Lady from the shadows. They know the truth and she underestimates how clever they are so I think she may have showed them up close how not to deal with things.
Ex lady wishes I was the monster she created...but I'm not. When i come into a room children tend to run to me...not away.
My kids are super tight with Olive too. For a long time none of my family was allowed contact with the kids. Olive called and asked the ex to end the punishment but then the ex yelled at her for being too young and hung up on her.
When my kids held me they did so very tightly like they are afraid they will be taken away from me (they were right). For this I'm not bitter i'm just ashamed and embarrassed and somehow feel sorry for the Ex. I've never sold so many paintings and comic books in my life.
They got ripped from a huge community of friends and family that love them. They missed out on training with Olive...my kid could have learned a trade ballooning that can make a hundred bucks an hour.
One of my close friends is a woman I want my girl to learn from ironically works for Child protective services. If I was out of line I think this lady would have red flagged me a long time ago.
I miss talking to the teachers, buying my kids school and winter clothes and hearing them laugh. All the legal venues to me were a dead end. If the ex had stolen my bike then they could have done something.
I'm not ashamed of myself or anything I do. I don't look over my shoulder. I stand up straight and I will talk to anyone face to face. Dealing with the ex is a lot of sifting through anonymous hate mail and rude demands. She never ever looked me in the face and told me anything. I don't blame her...she has been telling a lot of tall tales about me. She is avoiding a lot of our mutual friends who know me better than she because what is she gonna say? She can't look them in the face because she can't tell a lie to someone who knows me and sees me every day.
In all those years Ex lady never let any of us meet her Dad. She said he was a monster and a pathological lair among other things. I didn't want to meet him....now she is calling me those same things (and since I'm not any of those things) I'm wondering if the ex lady just has a problem with the man in her life moving on and being happy. I don't need anyone to write back on this...I'm sorry I'm not making you laugh this day. I just gotta tell it so my kids can find this in the future and know that I love them and spend every day thinking about them.
Also when I went to get my coffee i saw a kid my girl's age pick up a waterlogged cig but off the ground and give it to her guardian who lit it and made all our air stink. That made me wonder "Who the hell is watching my kids?"
Without Olive Rootbeer I couldn't handle going through this pathetic madness. But when I remember the contempt that I noticed Ex lady showing to Rootbeer I realize that without Rootbeer this may not be happening at all. Ex lady was never very fun but she got mean and cruel as soon as Olive came into the picture. I half heartedly appreciated getting my wallet back because the irony is that the checks and cash in it are all child support for kids I'm not even allowed to talk to. Pray for me...I need it this time.

working maintenance on a few buildings today,,,

On break) was working maintenance on a few buildings today and I met this guy with a story...Ya see he lives by a trailer park. In the park was a meth house. He tells me it was very popular. One day meth jerks moved leaving not a trace. well...
The customers still show up. When there is just an empty lot where the day b...efore there was "walking death powder"..they go nuts!
A lady threw herself into his window smashing it!
She was in a panic as she came in and called 911. She looked around crazily and then said "Oh Shit the cops are coming" and ran out the door.
"Hey!!!" my friend told his Craigslist, mouth breathing room mate to start picking up the glass but he just stood there dumbstruck. He left the room mate standing there as he followed her. She ran into Division street into on coming traffic. She was picked up by Portland . The cops told him to go home and they will be there soon. He waited and waited and eventually went back to the cop car. They had let her go. He said that he asked what about the original call and they told him "we let her go , she's flipping out on drugs."
I wasn't there I'm just listening to a story while I clean gratings. My guess is that the police in way out100sumpin and Division have some pressing priorities in that jungle and ya gotta pick your battles.
The man then told me that he had been in the Navy for many years. He is a vet but doesn't qualify for job training,benefits,assisted living, medical...BUT! he said " if i go to prison for a year then when I gets out I would qualify for job training,benefits,assisted living, medical. Problem is he isn't a criminal so he came up with this gambit.
If he checks himself into rehab then when he gets out he will qualify for job training,benefits,assisted living, medical. He has to be willing to get gacked out on drugs the day he goes in because he has to piss positive for drugs to get in the door.
Looks like he isn't into dangerous street drugs but he is willing to compromise his health and well being for the sake of his health and well being. Maybe he knows where the meth truck went.Life in the big city.

I went jogging (really)

I did some stretching , threw on some sweat pants, planned a route and taped my bike light under my chin. It could have been miserable in the freezing cold rain but after rounding the first corner a friend spotted me and gave me a ride.

"The Page of birds" is the biggest painting in the C.R.C.O.D.D.A,O.R.series.

‎ I decided to paint the entire deck of tarot cards in big rubber chix style. This one tells of a coming silly message..

Had an Xmas dream!

I went back in time and had a ride along with some Nordic Raiders who were pillaging abbeys in 793AD.

They issued me an ax that I named "Credit Card".We did a lot of "Shopping" at the "Mall".

I was a bit miffed that there were no Xmas lights, no viking helms, you can't run fast in dreams and waking in a wet pillow.

chicken story click here

Struck a deal with Singer Hill Gardens !

Buy a veggie share and they will buy you one of our coloring books!!!!What do you think about local produce from local farmers?Go look at some Safeway produce and then get yourself a farm share and a silly book.click here*

you can put a bird on something and call it art.

EPIC Last Thursday's Open Mic at Flying Cat Coffee

Sterling is the best Barista because as you can see...he is the devil. No problem keeping drinks hot! Cute girls give him phone numbers all the time (pssst. he couldn't care less about your advances gals sorry he just gives your numbers to Olive and me.)




What is this guy looking at???



Larry!



Quin never dissapoints...I hope he still plays our open mics after he is old enough to play bars and saloons.



I get my pay from people buying stuff from here. When you go out to my Open Mic eat drink and be merry because I'm really working for you!

Isaiah Brown is a POWER HOUSE!!!!

Inspired by Hells Kitchen Olive created a blind taste test contest. Three random folks were blindfolded and fed different foods. The prize was a Daredevil Comic from the latest store to carry our coloring book (Future Dream Books)It's about a blind super hero. Our good friend and fellow Texan Jimmy Pardo had the taste buds to win.











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"Gender Roles"