Monday, September 30, 2013

It's been a while. 

See, I'm the awkward bear and all of you guys are Josh, staring silent and surreptitiously hoping I won't smell your ponytails and high waisted trousers.  

In a personal sense, the past few months have brought many changes.

Like my new haircut and induction in the "no pants" society.

     Life catches up quickly, and I'm at the point where the fear is creeping slowly onto my plate: I'm hungry, but trepidation sure isn't appetizing.  Adults and the media play up and idolize the idea of College, making it seem as if having that experience is a sort of hazing to flesh out the new generation of adults; though when you're reading between the lines they never mention that experience and a basic right for education is going to cost you tens of thousands of dollars.  

Besides THAT LOAD OF SHIT, I've done a LOAD OF OTHER SHIT, most of which includes photography which I'm offering to you in the great creative collaboration and exchange of ideas. 

Woah Galveston and stuff

Aren't boys in flower crowns so great?

You can see (majority) of the rest of the photos on my tumblr , which is now a breeding ground for the arts and photography I like to do.  (You, yourself could be a member of my 112 person army if you only believe in yourself and take this first step to glory)

Next on my list is a one-way ticket to spookyville.  Halloween is absolutely glorious, and I'll dig through my skulls and spiders to bring you the best of the most terrifying! 

Hellboy, you're an absolute doll.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Suzy Creamcheese, what's got into yah?

Yesterday I turned a whole 108 years old.  It was spectacular and made my loins tingle with the gross satisfaction that only comes from copious amounts of attention, flirty waiters and free desserts.  I got a whole bunch of cool shit, and I'm still trying to think of ways to thank my parents for thinking me worthy of wiping the bank account over. 

Worthy Loot:

If you know homestuck then you'll get it.  If not, my friend Deven's grandmother is one talented woman. :")

Inside of my birthday card.  Literally laughed until I (almost) pissed my pants. 

Literally died

Can't have a birthday without a breaking bad ref, right?


             On top of general groovtastic brilliance,

             I also had the pleasure of going to the most MIND BLOWING PERFORMANCE I've seen in a long motherfucking time.  I got to see Dweezil Zappa (See: Frank Zappa ) and I'm so glad I did.  I love the way him and the musicians he played with organized the set list.  They basically took musical pieces from various albums and set up a show with as much variety as possible so the people who haven't heard any of Frank's music could have a better chance of finding something they liked.  Not to mention the rest of the musicians were fucking brilliant.  The vocalists were so spot on and everything was so well rehearsed; the guitar solos were 2 arpeggios away from giving me an orgasm. 

Yeeeaah it was a pretty good night. 
You know, it was okaaay

I don't know what I did to deserve all this great karma.  I was one boyfriend and one best friend away from being in pure bliss, but I did get to lay down that night and think of how much more handsome Dweezil was than the last time I saw him. This time I didn't nearly break my ankle on my way to meet him, and I came out with the most perfect example of memorabilia I could ask for. 

Questions and comments welcome, if you guys have any similar stories I'd love to hear. :)