IPOD
RADIO
I am in Canada. So far it's been fun. My friend and I are drinking beers and BBQ-ing steaks for breakfast.
My art show thing was cool last night. I got some free shoes.
Today and tomorrow are mellow just hanging out and drinking time.
No phone or text messages. That's kinda weird.
Ok. See you on monday for more bacon.
My art show thing was cool last night. I got some free shoes.
Today and tomorrow are mellow just hanging out and drinking time.
No phone or text messages. That's kinda weird.
Ok. See you on monday for more bacon.
I stole this from aphexplotz:
Just a fun little meme.
You type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search.
Then, using only the first page, pick an image.
Then, copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into this
mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.
I'm in Tenn. for Bonnaroo. It's hot. I hope it doesn't rain. I hope I make a lot of money.
I have a lot more to share but no time to type.
I have a lot more to share but no time to type.
Editor's note: I apologize for the rambling. You should imagine someone like... a greasy pump jockey from a rural Kentucky gas station saying this at you.
Oh man. I know I'm not the type to get sentimental and stuff and I also know that I'm more than a bit tipsy as I commit these words but it's just one of those weeks where the human condition forces itself upon the forefront of the usual shit that occupies one's mind. I won't bore the few of you that still read this every so often with what I ate for dinner or the girl that's currently causing me anxiety or any other daily nuisance.
Sometimes you just feel a moment. And I don't want to sound like a hippie or some new age asshole because that's not what this is about. It's not life changing or anything like that. It's just like a big sigh. You breathe in a lot of air and you exhale and you feel satisfied.
On the grand scale of nights in my life tonight was insignificant. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred for better or for worse but as I approached my door and fumbled with my keys one of my favorite songs came on my ipod. I took my bike to the back room and sat on the back porch and just listened.
It was nice. It was dark and it was cool and it was comforting. I was happy to not think and to just relax.
It sounds contrite but I sometimes forget to just sit and be content. I highly recommend it. Go listen to an old favorite song and not worry about the day.
Oh man. I know I'm not the type to get sentimental and stuff and I also know that I'm more than a bit tipsy as I commit these words but it's just one of those weeks where the human condition forces itself upon the forefront of the usual shit that occupies one's mind. I won't bore the few of you that still read this every so often with what I ate for dinner or the girl that's currently causing me anxiety or any other daily nuisance.
Sometimes you just feel a moment. And I don't want to sound like a hippie or some new age asshole because that's not what this is about. It's not life changing or anything like that. It's just like a big sigh. You breathe in a lot of air and you exhale and you feel satisfied.
On the grand scale of nights in my life tonight was insignificant. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred for better or for worse but as I approached my door and fumbled with my keys one of my favorite songs came on my ipod. I took my bike to the back room and sat on the back porch and just listened.
It was nice. It was dark and it was cool and it was comforting. I was happy to not think and to just relax.
It sounds contrite but I sometimes forget to just sit and be content. I highly recommend it. Go listen to an old favorite song and not worry about the day.
Wow. What a great prom we had this year. Thanks to everyone who came by and made it awesome.
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In sadder news, an old acquaintance from Pittsburgh passed away last week and I just got news. My old buddy Jimmy the Cook a.k.a. Gumba had a heart attack. Jimmy was an awesome guy. Jimmy taught me some pretty important things -- never get a girl's name tattooed on you and how to make awesome meat balls. Jimmy always had a new joke to tell and no one laughed harder at his jokes than he did -- even after the 15th telling of the day. He'd sneak me meals when he knew I was broke and when he'd fall of the wagon I'd wake up to find him on my couch sleeping off his bender.
Jimmy, you touched a lot of lives with your keen and simple insight and your hearty italian dinners!
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I was hoping to rest this week but I got some rush jobs and I'm a little strapped for cash lately so looks like I'll be pulling some long hours again. I was hoping to maybe escape to LA this weekend but that's not looking very probable. Oh well. I have Bonarroo in two weeks and I need to get busy prepping for that.
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In sadder news, an old acquaintance from Pittsburgh passed away last week and I just got news. My old buddy Jimmy the Cook a.k.a. Gumba had a heart attack. Jimmy was an awesome guy. Jimmy taught me some pretty important things -- never get a girl's name tattooed on you and how to make awesome meat balls. Jimmy always had a new joke to tell and no one laughed harder at his jokes than he did -- even after the 15th telling of the day. He'd sneak me meals when he knew I was broke and when he'd fall of the wagon I'd wake up to find him on my couch sleeping off his bender.
Jimmy, you touched a lot of lives with your keen and simple insight and your hearty italian dinners!
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I was hoping to rest this week but I got some rush jobs and I'm a little strapped for cash lately so looks like I'll be pulling some long hours again. I was hoping to maybe escape to LA this weekend but that's not looking very probable. Oh well. I have Bonarroo in two weeks and I need to get busy prepping for that.
UPCOMING EVENT: Lil Tuffy's 6th Annual Prom
WHEN: Saturday May 24 @ 8:00 pm
WHERE: Red Devil Lounge
Save the date! Saturday, May 24, Lil Tuffy's Annual Prom is returning to the Red Devil Lounge for a night of dressy dancing, drinking and debauchery!
Tickets will go on sale Sunday March 9th at 10:00 AM for $20.
Book your flight! Reserve your hotel! Bands, Burlesque and other entertainment to be announced at a later date!
JOIN THE PROM GROUP TO KEEP UPDATED
Buy yer fricking tickets.
I've had this idea in my head for a few months now -- take a bunch of my test prints (prints I use to verify color and placement tec...) and over-print a design on the ones that don't look cool on their own. Instead of going to the bar today, I decided to be productive and bust out a quick batch. I think it turned out kinda cool. Not everyone is a winner but there's some pretty decent ones in here.
I've posted some more here on my Flickr Page. A secondary goal was to finally do something with my flickr account since most of the other crap in there is ancient.
In other news... I think my car was stolen yesterday. Also, I bought a bike helmet.
Well, I whipped this out today and I can't say I particularly love it. Let's hope the current trend of me designing posters I don't like being the most lucrative.
I am very hungover even though I didn't really drink that much yesterday. I had a bill overdraft for $2.28 a WEEK ago and my bank decided to continue to accept charges resulting in hundreds and hundreds of dollars of overdraft fees. I haven't had this happen in years. I hope I can get these charges reversed. Pretty lame.
Weekend was kinda blah. I had hopes of some awesomeness that never really materialized. I've been clenching my jaw a lot too and not sleeping well. I need to figure that one out.
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One of the girls that works at St. Francis swears that I can make money selling my studio jeans. I have no idea about how one goes about that. Wear does one sell used 'artist' pants? What's the going rate? BUY MY STUFF!
Oh.. and I have prints for sale too!
SEPTEMBER 2008