all you do is lay around all day

The Good, The Bad, The Internet

Everyone can be despondent sometimes. It's the technology. Or maybe it's just how everyone felt, when they were transitioning, fifty years ago, but put typed it out on a typewriter instead of instantly publishing it. It was kept secret for awhile. Pounded out onto paper, to be kept and hidden until it was ready to be revealed. The people who read it, and remained quiet were those who you never would have intended to respond. Never imagined that they would be the ones you wanted to read it.

The weather is hackneyed. A sort of punchline someone published a long time ago as a filler for stale conversation. An easy routine. This weather always presents itself differently yet it is something which conjures many memories for me. A mellow warmth, tempered by the cool winds which fill the air. As I sit inside my apartment and wonder about Chicago and Lakeside Drive. I'm a few hours behind on the typical drinking of one night and my alcohol fueled ramble comes while others are falling asleep. No triumph for the truth which is dragged out by some substances which lend themselves to humble substance. This is as close as it gets to some sort of diluted honesty wrapped in misguided poignancy sloppily berated and immediately warranting an apology. This is pretentious. It's camouflage and it's keeping me hidden all the while trying too hard to blend in.

I've wronged and paid for it with friendship. A mistake which causes such hardly commendable reflection in the middle of the night as... as.

This writing has failed, as I am sure that you have no idea what I am talking about. Perhaps some of it resounds with you, perhaps you wish I'd just shut up.

My Logo Progess

A side by side comparison of my logo process

Excerpt from an email: March 2007

"On Wednesday (I think, things started getting hazy by then) we went out at night and walked around spray painting old walls and stuff. I drew this stupid thing that didn't even say a word. Part of it even resembled a swastika which I felt terrible about. I didn't do it on purpose. Anyway, we walked around a lot, and down this place called Rail Road Avenue. Apparently some cops found a Fed-Ex driver getting shit on by a crackhead on the tracks that run alongside the road. The Fed-Ex driver wanted some crack, bad enough to get shit on for. And that's RxR Ave, it's way scarier at night, trust me. Oh, and we met this cracked out redneck by chance on the side of the road asking for money. Then a cop car drove up with the windows rolled down and I just heard "Get the hell outta the fuckin' street." Is this getting boring?"

I've complained enough...

BUT THIS TAKES THE CAKE!!! Hahahha! My next door neighbor gave me a pretty unfriendly look today, or maybe it was one of astonishment. Either way, he just kinda looked at me like he was half angry, and maybe trying to intimidate me?

I just don't understand people sometimes. You'd think I was the one having loud sex at five in the morning.

He looked at me like, "What are you staring at?" or "Finally! I can put a face on the existence of all of my apartment proximity problems!"

have to let it out somwhere

my upstairs neighbors are very annoying.

It's a woman, with her child, and the woman's mother.

The woman is gone all day, so the grandma tends to the child (since it is summer and he is not in school).

When the kid isn't crying, he's jumping up and down, with the weight of a few bowling balls.

The grandmother yells at him loud enough that I can hear.

They'd better not ever complain that I play my music too loud.

How else am I suppose to drain them out?

since i am stuck at home

i've decided to just make a bunch of these macros...



click the picture to see the full size. you'll miss the full message if you don't.

Forever is gone the era of when Wes Anderson was still new.

are you or aren't you?

Summer Cold

So I've got some sort of cold right now (which sucks) because I didn't think that my immune system would be at risk during these warm summer days, but I suppose my off beat sleep schedule and self medicating habits are taking their toll.

I might leave here either tomorrow or Saturday. And it's about time because I am so tired of not doing anything. All of my friends that used to live here have moved.



YEAHHH THAT'S RIGHT! Look at that lady all "h8r's gonna h8!"

Here's me:


Sorry for not updating that story yet. I've wanted to, but haven't really felt the creativity flowing. Sometimes I just start writing and things happen to fall into place, but the more I do that, the more I have to account for, and that's when the story telling get's a little complicated. So I'll try and have something new up soon. And if you are actually reading this then you get like, anywhere between 1st and 3rd place, because that's how many people read this.

I'm just going to go ahead and draw a metaphorical connection

between a limbo stick and the phrase "How low can you go?" And if you don't know what I'm talking about, read on, and it will start to make sense...




I've always felt obligated to defend my hometown whenever its reputation was challenged. I wouldn't exactly say that the town is paved with one memory lane after another, but it's where I did all of my growing up crap (i.e. adolescence and all its wonderfully meager tragedies). So to find myself back here (if even for two weeks) without any friends, laying in my old bed, in my old room, blogging to an empty internet, well... it's sort of depressing.

I have to change something. Something's gotta happen. I seem to enjoy fantasizing that a girl in my life would solve my problems, but I should know better than to place so much worth in a relationship. It'd just be one less thing to worry about.

So what do I do? Continue to write. Make up stories to entertain myself, whether or not they are unrealistic or difficult to understand, or even just bad writing.

This post is a little sporadic, and not so well spoken. I tried to clean it up a bit, but things just aren't flowing right now.

smile. grimace. snarl.

***

My feet were heavy as I followed Bridget down the stairway. Each time she turned down another flight I'd see her face, but she never looked at me; she just kept silent. I started to think that she wasn't going to stop at my floor, and that she would endlessly walk down that stairwell if she could. Suddenly she began to speed up her pace, and pretty soon was dashing down the stairs on her heels.

I just stopped where I was standing. "Is she really leaving?" I thought. "Should I go after her?" But then it was quiet. I listened for a moment, and then rushed down the stairs to find her standing in front of the door. I grimaced. She was slightly out of breath, and once again I was left staring at the back of her head. Her hair wasn't waving anymore, but draped around her shoulders, motionless.

"What was that up there?" She asked.

"I think I should be the one asking that question. You were the one who glared at me and started acting crazy."

"FIRST of all, YOU think ALL girls are 'crazy!' Whenever you have problems with them, no mater what it is, you just say "AUGH UH I DUNNOH, SHE'S BEIN CRAAZY."

I was silent.



"Why did Susan ask if we were doing anything perverted? Did you tell people that you were going to make a move on me or some shit while we were up there?"

I was sort of relieved. "Of course not! Hahaah" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I fucking hate you!"

She didn't say anything, but laughed a bit, turned around, and leaned against the door. "Well I hate you too" she said, half smiling.

I smiled back, "You okay?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, yeah I am." She looked like she had sobered up.

I put my arms out for a hug since it felt like the proper thing to do. "Not trying to make a move, promise" I said.

"Haaha oh um, no thanks" she said, "but how about a handshake?" She took a step towards me, and that's when I saw it. Through the window. Tim. Headed strait for the door. Drunk. Belligerent. Deviously snarling.

And that's how Bridget got a minor concussion.

***

How to relive an Athens Dance Party (venue version)

Step 1: Buy Sparks (note: you actually can't buy the original anymore, unless I suppose you to to 283).

Step 2: Listen to this



Step 3: Go outside, smoke cigarette, go home.

three days until his one year mark since his death. shine on michael.

EXTREME MODE:

There she was, what was I supposed to do?

A small pendant floated above her chest, attached to her neck with a thin, metal chain. Strange that in a situation like this, I'm focused more on her than trying to enjoy myself... I watch her face, and see her lips part just enough to silently gasp for air; her eyebrows raise together like two hands praying.

"Oh my god that was amazing, I need a few mintues, but I want to go again."

That was a story about being on a roller coaster.

***

"Prayers don't go anywhere..."
I watched her hair sway across her shoulders. She was staring off into the distance, most likely not thinking at all about whatever she was looking at.
"Some people think they do" I said, "and what's wrong with that anyway?"
"I never said there was something wrong with it" she said, her head turned slightly, looking at me from the corner of an eye. "I was just thinking out loud. It may sound stupid, but that's the first time that I've heard myself say it... and believed it."
I started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea that we had those extra shots. "She always gets like this" I thought, "What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"Nothing I guess..."

I knew she had been going through some problems. School was stressing her out. Her friends were sparse and distant. I can't touch her at times like this. I can't even put my hand on her shoulder. People close up sometimes, and they just think themselves to death. Maybe it's my fault that most of my friends are inclined to express themselves with their own self-realized truths of the world. A simple "I feel lost" would do just fine, but then again, everyone does sometimes...

I was silent. I stared off into a distance of my own, claimed a part of the skyline as my own apathetic background, and thought, "hmmm, okay, so prayers don't go anywhere. Why would she say that?" It was at that moment that I heard Susan's voice calling from below.

"Hey! What are you guys doing up there? Nothing perverted I hope!"

I leaned over the ledge to see her doing the same out the window. As she looked up and waved, her face... there was something about her face and her smile that made me want, very suddenly, to be back in the apartment.

"No we are just having a discussion!" I said with lousy conviction.

"WER HAVNG A DISCUSSHUN" she said back in a low voice, "just get back down here! You're missing the party!"

I smiled at her and leaned up and turned around to find Bridget looking at me right in the eye. She wasn't tense, or angry, but she looked sad. She looked like she had stopped thinking, and was now feeling.

"Hey" I said anxiously, "ready to go back in?"

She cracked half a smile and through it, a cold "Sure" came through. She turned around, and began walking towards the door without waiting for me to follow.

"Oh god" I thought, "What am I supposed to do now?"

***

Okay so that story might not make too much sense... but I haven't written any short material in months, so I thought I'd give it a go since it is SUMMER.

and in case my writing is not good enough, I wanted to end the story with the main character talking to god (but I guess actually swearing) since the girl at the beginning thinks that prayers are pretty much pointless.

Here are some pictures interspersed with my thoughts on not pictures

Today I laid down the law in the form of garden rock @ a local Applebee's. ABBLEPEES MOTHERFUCKER! abblepees... abblepees...



I celebrated the long day of work with some pizza, and watched as Portugal beat the crap out of North Korea. I would feel sorry for them, but they super hate South Koreans. If not that though, tension is at least high...



Sometimes I really have trouble letting go of the past. Sometimes I just wish I was back in a period of my life where I was having a lot of fun. What's actually happened though is that I've decided only to remember the really good parts of all the events leading up to this point. Then I want to go to them.



"I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to this band with out thinking of you."



Sure I've made mistakes, just like everyone, only... I feel like mine are super terrible. It's not something that you want to confront. You just accept that we are not friends anymore.



Sitting at the end of the concrete dock, overlooking Michigan Lake.



"I want to travel."
"Then why don't you?"
"I don't know... there are things that I have to do here."
"And there are things that I have to do there..."



Last night I was stupidly imagining what it'd be like to go back in time, to a previous point in my life, and not do things the way that I did. I knew it was pointless to think about, but it excited me, because that's how I view things (AS IF THIS POST WASN'T APPARENT ENOUGH).

-J

SAVE HER!!!!!!!

happy belated birthday to jay

twin sister

anyone else heard of this band? I heard them today on the radio and loved it! It's like Genevieve Schatz of Company of Thieves teamed up with Summer Camp and made some chill wave.

Twin Sister - All Around and Away We Go



Summer Camp - Ghost Train



Company of Theives - Oscar Wilde


who wants to put together the mash up? would that really be a true mashup if all of the artists shared such similar traits?

It's a fine line between sentimentalism

and legitimately saddening material. You could be a widower, watching old 8mms of a trip you had with your wife just after you kids were born, watching it on the garage door, drunk, and in the late night, not caring whether the neighbors are watching. They know your story, and they know you try your damn hardest to raise two kids.

you know, that kind of stuff can just be fabricated...

what's something sadder than that? A kid who's father died in a car wreck and he brings in an unfinished model airplane that they had both been working on. He presents during show and tell with pride, only slightly hinting at mourning, since he has not yet absorbed the impact of his father's death until he is in front of the class and realizes that he will have to complete the airplane by himself.

Or maybe a wife is rushing to the hospital because her husband has suffered a trauma to the head. It's a hereditary deterioration of the blood vessels in the brain. Freak accident. And she sold her hair so that she could buy him a case for his watch. FUCKING DEPRESSING.

i'm out, peace.

Recent Design Work

We were assigned three spreads for a magazine/coffee table book, to be executed via In Design:

I did mine on comic book artists, I only wish I could have done the whole thing, it would have pretty fun (fun = time consuming)









It's not up to par with a professional layout, but it was nice to see things come together in the introduction class.

Here's a picture I traced in Illustrator:


Can you guess who it is?































Eh, it sort of looks like him.

-J

Hipsters

your gutterpunk DIY bike fender:

"Keep the shitty water off your back and in your stomach!"

this was originally posted as an album cover that didn't quite make it:

The second I saw it I thought, "Someone would want that as a tattoo."

I drink pbr and would want that tattoo.

Speaking of Princes, Harry Potter has a new poster:

My bad, it's the Deathly Hollows, but if it HAD been the half blood prince, oh man, would I have made a sort of okay transition...

In Hermione Granger and the Post Hogwarts Blues, the smartest wizard of her age finds herself out of college and without a job! Forced with the plight of living with her parents, she decides to instead ensue hilarity. Hilarity ensues.

I have a lot of work to do...

i can't feline my eyes (or something equally as bad)

link

Absurdity

If it were up to me...

This would just be a site that I randomly updated with things that I find on the internet, but alas, I feel obligated to insert SOME sort of writing into it. Hopefully I'll start posting more stuff more often

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

There's been a lot of hype surrounding the new Scott Pilgrim movie due out soon (which I am pretty excited about!) so I figured I'd post the extended trailer here for anyone who hasn't seen it yet (although, I'm guessing that the ones who are most excited for this have already seen it...)


so this is for you new kids on the block!



Glad to see that Schwartzman made it into the movie. This is definitely a story that I'm going to try and have read before I go see it.

Here's some things you might like

J Sayer's comic Thingpart which contains lighthearted and sometimes absurd humor. Often revealing well thought out jokes and extended situational humor.

test

Over and over...

I forget what it is I am building towards. That could be an error in my philosophy.

here's what i am listening to







IN

THAT

ORDER.

From the Desk of an Excessive Individual

I recently moved my laptop to a more desk-like location. Actually, it is a desk, but more specifically, it's my drafting table for design school. I suppose it's a little higher than most desks, proof of which is how low the my desk chair sits below it. The change in location should help change my perspective, but perhaps "it's brainless to assume that making changes to my window's view will give a new perspective." On second thought, I think I finally understand what that lyric means, and I don't think that's what I have done.

I'm really writing this because I have become extremely bored with the internet, and a little lonely. Everyone else I know is out of school. They're on the semester system, and I'm on the quarter system. I find myself liking it when I'm telling people what I do, but I'm not feeling it right now. Other people are on a different continent, and I'm stuck living in Ga (doing something great mind you) but still, you're young and you're old at the same time, thinking that you should be traveling the world, and being free or some bullshit (see, that's where you're wrong. You've got a shitty attitude) no I don't, and don't interrupt me.

How often do you talk to yourself?


look at that girl play hitting Obama... What a journalist. PSH, amirite? To her credit though, looks like she's in high school, and she's comfortable enough to whack Omaba like he made some joke at her expense that he knew he could sort of get away with because he correctly perceived that they were pretty good friends? Now THAT'S painting a pretty picture!

update: nvm, she's giving him a low five




Look at those legs~ WOWEE WOW WOW WOW! Heyyy bay bay, "would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?" Hey ever hear of a razor? JESUS SALLY, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU SHAVED WITH A PIECE OF TOAST AND THE CRUMBLES GOT ALL O'ER U. Yeahhhh I don't see you making any fish jokes..



Shim-Sham, shammy sha sham sha sham, blim blah bloo doo hey wheeee, ohh yeahhhhh aheeeYEAH


Look @This_Shit, I'd like to see Matt Damon try THAT! You know what...










"He was such a smart boy before he found out what the internet was..."



This may have been a cool concept for a photo shoot, but that girl's legs just look so unnatural. They are frighteningly smooth. Plastic-y almost...

well... (this post) this post (is over) is over.

Let's just be stupid nerds and argue over this shit

Like that anagram there at the end?

So let's just put quips to quips and lay the cards out of the bag and cry over spilled beans..

I posted the Star Wars Episodes IV - VI Lego Version before the Geekologie Writer. The only thing I was missing was some mean humor and/or insults.

So there, I've been watching too much Dexter lately, and not listening to enough music. Sometimes I just put the Office on because their voices are familiar.

fine

fine fine fine fine fine..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0z_TU4Gw5o

i think people should read this blog.

RFA

I get to post on the creative circus blog now which I think is really fucking awesome. Other than that...



















I'm a little lonely, and wondering what I'm doing when I'm recoloring scratched areas on my coffee table with my "new american" wood staining pen.... Where are things going to go from here? It's hard to give up something that has become a part of your life.

p.s. I'd like to start eating everything with chopsticks, annd, as much as i hate when people use books merely for decoration, there's some sort of effect that a bookshelf has on someone. Fill it with meaningless books, see what happens... Stephen King vs. Michael Crichton.... a girl once boo'ed me when she came over and saw that most of my books had the "used" sticker on them. I was a class constructed college student. In other words, TOLD what to buy, what to read. We broke up.














don't judge a book by its cover, save that for the person who hasn't read it.

the Cuteness wears off

my head hurts. WDxSE

How's this for some news...

So since the Geekolgie writer never posts anything I send him, I've decided to keep it all for myself (quite literally since no one reads this) and post it all here.

I spend enough time on the internet that I deserve what stupid, idiotic credit there is to receive via posts of things that you never knew about, and won't care much for either after...



AHH! Looks like that's one full T-Rex. I never knew dinosaurs had. HOLLOW. BONES! HEY-OH!! I am not very funny. This picture came from a website which shows (in detail) people who can make fully wearable dresses out of twisted balloon animal... balloons...




WOAH Luke, not cool man. Although people are really into the two of them getting it on. We searched for centaur porn one time, and ended up with Luke and Leia incest centaur porn (way to go internet, you really outdid yourself).


Click for the rest..

God, posting this shit takes too long, I'll give you some more later (JUST KIDDING NO ONE READS THIS).

Bye blog, it's nice that you will at least listen to me.

ALL RIGHT

Check out this two-wheeled whip in all of its metallic blue glory. One of the best things about this bike is that it looks like it seats two (see rear pegs and extended horse seat) so there's no leaving your partner in wacky crime behind (wacky?...). As if ripped from the pages of a childhood dream, this horse broke free of the carousel and may just be the one wild horse that can drag you away.

(Open this next file in another tab so you can see it better)



OH I HOPE YOU LAUGHED AT THAT BECAUSE I DID. Why not give ol' Obie some spontaneity? He at least deserves that. Btw, can anyone explain why he just disappeared, rather than being sliced? Perhaps his Jedi status allowed him a more ethereal death than the lowly Mos Eisely drunkard (sorry guys/aliens).

Have a great weekend everyone.

Putting the NES back in Wednesday

AMAZING super mario mash up in which you can play as various characters from popular nintendo games (i.e. Simon, Billy, Samus, Link, etc). Courtesy of Geekologie, but let's face it, he never posts anything I've ever sent him.

Shit, I have to go to class so I'll update this more later

Who Gives A Fuck

Hey Nigel,

Oh, hey....

Annnd, I'm back with another picture dump (because you readers are so lovely and anonymous annnd, nonexistent..).



I hope everyone had a great time this weekend, regardless of the poor weather conditions. I experienced some particularly bad conditions.



I went to a party blog, and found this... apparently that liquor doesn't have to do much work before people start "relaxing" and "slipping into something more comfortable"

If you need to procrastinate, go here

No more picture dumping, because I don't see the point of it.