New things

Hello everyone,

I am currently trying to move this blog to Wordpress, but the CSS is giving me some trouble. I'll let you know when the other site is up, and until then, I will continue to post here.

I also signed up for a Twitter which will host exclusive content (that should force you to visit it) which I think you will find interesting. I'll try and include more information about my experiences at school on it since I can update it via text.

here it is:

PEEK AT MY TWITTER

Pictures post

Hello all,
Due to a recent lack of interesting thoughts synapsing within my brain, I decided to dedicate a post to recent pictures I've found on the internet. Consider it the best of StumbleUpon according to my tastes which you yourself did not have to spend the time finding ("you yourself? Is that correct?" you ask. I don't know).

All pictures courtesy of the original artist whose permission I did not seek before reproducing.



you guys seen The Sciene of Sleep? It's Michel Gondry's sophomore feature length. This picture reminded me of the heist dream that Stephan has after he realizes that he isn't the type of guy that Stephanie is into. Poor, struggling, misunderstood artist.



"Things will turn out the way you want, if just quit doubting that I love you..."
"Mnnm, we're about to cut to the artistically vague ending which leaves things up to the viewer to interpret... hmmn, mn, horses... mnhmph, boats.... cellophane water......"


Next up, the baby bottle bong..



For me, it dates back to Half Baked, and the infamous montage of different kinds of pot smokers narrated by Dave Chapelle. This one would fall into the "MacGuyver" cateory. The pot smoker who prides him or herself on the ability to smoke weed out of just about anything. There are many pictures which surface on the internet of women in seductive positions, yet, with kids in the picture (how do you miss that?). Sometimes it's as bad as a kid lying naked on it's side while mommy has her exposed thong high-riding over her jeans captured in all its kodak moment glory. For those mothers who like to combine pleasure with business, I give you that picture. Go knock yourself out in your awesome "cinder block and cheap paint" patterned nursery.


How about these ducks?



I imagine the duck shoving the other duck into the pond to be a rosy cheeked, portly duck, unaware of his own strength. Maybe a little intoxicated too. Sort of like that cliche scene in movies where the rosy cheeked, portly fellow slaps the skinny guy on the back and the skinny guy almost topples over. That's what's happening here with these ducks. Someone thought of that, and then said "Why not do that, only with ducks?" Why not indeed? Parks could use more art like this.


Tangent Time!: Ducks to Bad Dudes



Craigslist: Needed: Two Bad Dudez who live in the ghetto near the Chrysler building, look exactly the same (hereditary twins not necessary) and can act like they can handle anatomically correct huge arm baddies wielding ridiculously appropriate street mugger weapons. Hand gloves optional, but encouraged.


Hey let's take a break. Because if it's one thing about blog posts that I hate to see, it's the reader's lack of interest in the subject. Most of you know me so you're willing to read this. I go through hundreds of websites sometimes, and most of them are just looooonnnng text written in the style of the matrix (bright green on black background) and I just don't have the time to read it. You have three seconds to catch someone's attention. With that in mind. I would like to tell you that it takeS mE an eXtraordinary amount of time to write these blog entries, compared to the amount of time it takes you to read them. Quite often this time exceeds my patience and falls short of my expectations, so I just quit.


It happens.



"-arget and I found some really cool stuff in the dollar section."

"Uh huh... "

"Are you falling asleep?"

"Yeah sorry, long day..."


There are too many pictures in my download folder. I spend a lot of time on the internet. But thanks for reading this!

photoshop action movies

here are some pictures I photoshopped of my friends made to look like action movie posters (or something)

make up your own titles!

Oprah knows what I'm talkin about

Oprah's got some favorite things (Duh). Annually she will host a show called "My Favorite Things" where she gives aforementioned items to each of her lucky audience memebers (Wow, really?). Yes.



We all don't want to be guilty of consumerism or over-consumption (which is an interesting debate by itself) but personally, I really enjoy working with multiple tools, a good computer, materials, and basically think that material possessions improve my life. I appreciate and enjoy nature as well. Something as simple as driving over a bridge and looking across the water will impress me.

I was going to write a lot more but my head hurts like shit and staring at the screen is making me sick.

UPDATE: it's been about ten hours since i wrote that and i'm thinking now that i have mild food poisoning. I've drank enough water and eaten enough food to feel better by now...

Where is this going?

Most of the time I begin these blog posts with no idea of what I'm going to say. This one became easier once I posted some random photos I Stumbledupon on the internet. Through these pictures, I will attempt to sum up the content on Stumbleupon (which is suggested by a plethora of internet community members, thus tastes vary accordingly) in three simple groups:


Group 1: Cool, interesting, enriching


These pictures usually involve animals, nature, or human interaction. They can be pleasant or relaxing to look at, and try to depict situations which either (a) do not occur everyday, or (b) do occur everyday and go unappreciated.


Group 2: Strange, awkward, laughable, silly


Like many things that exist on the internet, most of them cause a burning desire within you to share their unique qualities with your friends (though this does not guarantee that the next time you see them, they will know what you mean by "that thing I sent you").

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Group 3: Unbelievably Bizarre


I'm getting bored just writing this. Look at that picture. It's fucking crazy. What other explanation do you need? Sometimes the internet tries to give you what it thought was lemons but actually was a picture of a baby dressed up like an adult crying in a miniature office.

notice anything else strange about that picture? No? look at the desk... THE BABY. HAS. A BABY. I am truly impressed internet. You think of everything.

To Whom It May Concern

I have sweaty palms. I don't know why. If that is an interesting opening topic to you at all then please feel free to keep reading.


I'll be typing or something, and I'll lift up my hands to take a break, and you can actually SEE sweat on the laptop. I'm not talking about a little bit of condensation, I mean I have to WIPE THAT SHIT OFF. Usually when I meet people for the first time sometimes I have to wipe off my palm before I shake their hand. It's not that I'm nervous, I just don't know. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?! WHY ARE YOU SWEATING SO MUCH YOU STUPID BITCH!

I don't hop bars anymore, I hop libraries. I'm running up staircases of books and using my laptop as a gps on the information superhighway. Atlanta is huge, but every place is new, and hopefully I'll have visited every educational facility (except all the public libraries) that this place has to offer before I'm done. I thought I'd be done doing research when I graduated college, I was wrong.

Captain's Log: January 8, 2010

The year is twenty ten (know why day call it that? cause that's what yo vision wuz on new year's eve sucka!) The year twenty twenty will be the most visible year ever.

My oven stinks. It stink stanks and it won't stop.

Fast food may be fast, affordable, and convenient, but they don't deliver.

These guys know what I'm talking about..





Photos courtesy of The MechaFetus Blog (NSFW)


later everyone.

Look out beind you!

That cat's about it to get it and he doesn't even know!! It's like a scene from a cat horror movie!!!

All right! It's the weekend! I still have TONS of work to do this weekend!!! YEEEAAAHHHHH!! Every day here is Maymester. Every week, finals. Every meal, a visit (know whose billboard says that?)

Well though, I'm going to relax a bit with my friend Randy tonight, and then hit the library tomorrow, maybe even a museum on Sunday. Ohh, Boy!

In sad news, I knocked off my horse book end while cutting paper tonight, so that's broken. Hopefully it won't require all the king's horses and all the king's men.

Also, goddamn those roads were icy today! I had a little bit of trouble, but nothing was as frustrating as remembering that I forgot my student ID (necessity). So I had to go alllll the waaaay baaack home (which took just about as long as that drawn out typing suggests, i.e. 9 minutes).

Here are pichurez in normal order:


That is a bear saying "Oh, Hi there!" to all the laidez on the web



And that is one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen on the internet. So many pictures look touched up in photoshop or the girls just don't look like someone I'd ever meet.

On one last note, women criticize men for ogling playboy models and they are right! I'm not saying that men are pigs, but show a guy a playgirl and watch his reaction. I just think "Why do women think guys like that are sexy? They're so made up, there's almost nothing real about them, and 90% of men do not look like that." That's what got me thinking about it. And yes, I know Tom Arnold was in a playgirl once. Don't ask me why I know these things, I just do.

Later everyone.

Problem solving!

So, since I've had to keep my faucets dripping, I've found it slightly annoying to have to reposition them just right each time I have to use them. So, we're gonna solve this motherfucking problem.

Just use the other faucet handle! Position one so that it drips, and then, whenever you need water, just use the other one (provided you have two, and not a single lever).

I felt pretty clever once I figured that out, but also, stupid at the same time for not thinking of it sooner.

A Whole Bunch of Stuff I Imagine Having to Pack Into Boxes

I heard someone laughing from the other side of the shades. I was naked, and hoped that I had closed them properly. I thought about it for a second, and assumed both possibilities were true. The only one that really mattered though is that they might have seen me nonchalantly walking around in my room without any clothes on. Oh how life here seems different...

Right now, according to the thermometer on my computer (and I'm not sure how) it's a blistering twenty five degrees outside. However that is three degrees higher than it was today while the sun was out. It's pretty comfortable inside the apartment, but I have to keep the faucets dripping and open the cabinet doors so that the heat can get to them. I've also had to switch my apt thermometer to a setting named "emg heat" which causes a red light to stay on. LET'S GET READY TO PREVENT SOME FROZEN PIPES MOTHER FUCKER!

Art school is going fine, but everyday is like Maymester. Although I do have a lot of art supplies and pencils and whatever arts & crafts shit I need. Tons of paraphernalia that makes you feel cool (until you attempt to take your tool box off the table and forget that you didn't close it all the way (It's like an art supply pinata you never had to hit)).

Eh I don't know what else I was going to tell you

Just one picture today, for everyone:

Hello From ATL

Hey everyone,
I'm in ATL now, and actually at the new art school, hanging out in the student commons before class.

Right now I don't really have much to say. The school is cool, and I think I'm really going to enjoy the work. It's strange to live in ATL, yet still be relatively close to Athens. I was in Athens for NYE, and it was awkward not having a room there anymore. Also, to be staying in my old house, and have my roommate constantly remind me not to scream and yell so loud for no reason because other people lived there.

My parents asked me how Athens was and I just replied, "The same."

Making friends here will be a little awkward too, but so far it's been pretty easy to talk to people. The Creative Circus is apparently known as the "Nice School." Although, I have heard that those who are in their 5th or 6th quarters are perhaps less likely to start up conversation. Something about seniority and ego and what not (which I can understand).

There is also a policy which allows dogs to roam a little bit in approved places. So every now and again I get to see a cute dog, which is nice.

Let's see if I have any pictures:






In the usual order. Later everyone.