art...in its purest form

Every so often man (or woman) creates something so wonderful that it changes the course of history, society, and universal thought for all time. Something that resonates throughout history as an earmark for the progression of our species and the universe which we inhabit and a stepping stone for the consciousness and enlightenment of those that come after. Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Picasso's Guernica, Pollack's Autumn Rhythm, Micheal Jackson's Thriller, whoever that dude was who thought up those weird magic art things they sell at the mall where you kind of cross your eyes and a 3d rocket ship or dinosaur pops out and shit. Well ladies and gentleman, prepare yourself for a milestone of just such a magnitude. An ode to the sorrows of the past, the majesty of the present, and the boundless hope for the future. Ladies and gentleman...I present to you....

Riskay....Let me smell yo dick...



oh yeah...that just happened.

whatever...

I don't know anymore...

you're welcome

This...like most things on this blog was from my brother. I laughed a lot. Like more than I should have probably. It was almost like I watched every old person trip and fall down at once. In some amazing panoramic bird's eye orgy of senior pain, futility and shame. And every single one of them made a really hilarious noise as they fell down. And right next to each of them were dogs either pooping or humping furiously. Think about that. That's probably over a million dogs either pooping or humping at one time. Do you realize how fucking funny that is? With the old people all making their old people noises and falling down and shit? That was how this made me laugh. It was like I went into a coma and in the blink of what felt like 3 seconds, I watched every terrible quality home video of someone getting hit in the dick by a wiffle ball bat that America's Funniest Videos has ever aired. Because that's funny. Sorry but it is. Why do you think that show has been on the air so long? Because it's science that's why. Small child, wiffle ball bat, bad camera person, human dick. It's just plain fun. Anyway, that's what this felt like. Now that I've officially amped this up to a degree that it actually can't be funny, you can watch it. You're safe now. Shhhhhh. Daddy's here.

How to play guitar

British people are funny...British people. Am I right? They're smart. And they talk funny. This is the longest clip I could find. Sorry.

must not sleep

Fish and Rock...man...I need to get busy...



oh and also, I know I posted this before i'm sure...don't care



cooler than you man...way cooler

heavy metal and burritos

So I woke up this morning and it took me nearly a minute for the room to stop spinning (rather violently I might add) and another minute to be able to actually focus on anything. Which makes me think maybe my diet of leftover easter candy, los alamos burritos and sunflower seeds may not be as awesome as previously advertised. The power nightcaps probably aren't hurting either I guess. In my defense I went to walgreens in hopes of finding something that would serve as a healthy meal, gave up mid aisle and bought a bag of teriyaki beef jerky. But notice the word hope in that last sentence. I tried. Anyway, today couldn't be a worse day to be getting all spinny and whatnots because I have an open invitation to go check out the Delicious Design League studios up in Humboldt. I met these dudes in Ohio where they were working on a print collaborative with the Ohio University students. Go bobcats.







Jason and Billy are real nice dudes and you should buy some of their shit right...over...here

Hopefully I can pick up some pointers because the 250 watt work light suspended from picture framing wire set-up is not really delivering these days. I was talking to one of the dudes about how long it takes for me to burn a screen and after telling him 30 minutes he just stifled laughter and told me I might be better off just putting the screen outside and letting the sun do it. Much like my diet there was a "try" somewhere in there. That's about the best I can hope for these days.

Still no camera cable which renders me utterly useless these days.

I'm slowly learning that I talk way too damn much and ruin things as a result. But I imagine anyone reading this blog wouldn't have a hard time believing that.

Here's a picture of a dog in a funny costume.



You know that whole meek will inherit the earth thing? Well some people will have a lot more explaining to do than others.

I've decided that I've neglected this thing for far too long and starting...well probably tomorrow I'm going to give the old college try at updating this thing regularly.

I'm almost 25. Which besides being able to rent cars without an added fee, signals nothing more to me than yet another outside force reminding me how pathetic my lifestyle has become. You know being a bum was much cooler when I was 20. Oh well.

Jesus I really have to stop listening to Townes Van Zandt.

photobombers

My brother sent me this this morning. Photobombing apparently is when you go out of your way to ruin people's nice photographs and is officially my new hobby. Given my level of disgusting today and my unshaven meth lab facial hair, I think I might just spend my days down at millennium park giving this a shot. It sure beats having my ego pummeled by yet another day of disappointing craig's list job postings. Anyway check these out.








favorite...

Anyway check out the rest of these gems here.

And a couple of side notes...

I noticed I got a hit from Albuquerque, is that you Wyatt? I still have a key to your house. And I'm probably going to use it pretty soon. You know. Fair warning and shit. True story, last time I crashed with Wyatt I walked in his house to find a large presentation style sheet that calculated the exact amount of steps he'd have to take walking on his hands because of his gravel driveway in order to start roller skating to work. Good people.

Also, someone get me a job man. Anywhere. I don't care anymore.

Oh and yeah...still gay.