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The world is finite
like a pi without the decimals,
suppressible,
but you can only measure me
in decibels...

And so the weary finger tread fast upon its horse
deleting all who braved him along the journal’s course.

via zarifadam This is the first illustration I’ve seen that exclusively uses my favorite and very particular shades of green and blue accented by my favorite color, black with the same minimalist proportions and moody aesthetic I’d use. If I didn’t know I didn’t draw this, I would have thought I did. Love it. A pint of ale all around!

via zarifadam

This is the first illustration I’ve seen that exclusively uses my favorite and very particular shades of green and blue accented by my favorite color, black with the same minimalist proportions and moody aesthetic I’d use. If I didn’t know I didn’t draw this, I would have thought I did. Love it. A pint of ale all around!


“A link between addiction and creativity? Horseshit. No, I never told myself that lie.”

RDJ


icecreamsandcake: This is how I make internet friends. Shut up I don’t know you. I’m having whiskey farts and they are just terrible. Like, really bad things. One time, when I was four or five years old—I can’t remember exactly—I had to poop really bad but we only had one bathroom and I couldn’t hold it any longer so I went in a shoebox but then I freaked out because I JUST WENT IN A SHOEBOX and I didn’t know what to do so I hid the shoebox in the garage and just left it there and never told anyone and I don’t know if anyone ever found it or if it’s still there or what but anyway that’s a thing I did once and now you know. Ha! How delightfully expected of the internet. P.S. To you vets out there who were following me on Twitter during the “fiasco”, do you remember that OscarSays guy? I had completely forgotten about that whole thing until I read this. It reminds of something he’d say.      Ah, nostalgia.

icecreamsandcake:

This is how I make internet friends.

Shut up I don’t know you.

I’m having whiskey farts and they are just terrible. Like, really bad things.

One time, when I was four or five years old—I can’t remember exactly—I had to poop really bad but we only had one bathroom and I couldn’t hold it any longer so I went in a shoebox but then I freaked out because I JUST WENT IN A SHOEBOX and I didn’t know what to do so I hid the shoebox in the garage and just left it there and never told anyone and I don’t know if anyone ever found it or if it’s still there or what but anyway that’s a thing I did once and now you know.

Ha! How delightfully expected of the internet.

P.S. To you vets out there who were following me on Twitter during the “fiasco”, do you remember that OscarSays guy? I had completely forgotten about that whole thing until I read this.

It reminds of something he’d say.
     Ah, nostalgia.


As you know, I’ve been squirting milks of joy from my nips for this year’s World Science Festival. I’ll be missing my first event to take care of some last minute media work at home, but good news! They’re streaming it live at 8 o’clock Eastern Standard Time. The only time besides British Summer Time… Why not check it out? Then we can talk about it! Or I can talk about it and you can sit there and take it. Madness Redefined. An exploration of the ties between creativity, genius, and insanity. With science! How can you not watch? Madness Redefined Webcast

As you know, I’ve been squirting milks of joy from my nips for this year’s World Science Festival. I’ll be missing my first event to take care of some last minute media work at home, but good news! They’re streaming it live at 8 o’clock Eastern Standard Time. The only time besides British Summer Time…

Why not check it out? Then we can talk about it! Or I can talk about it and you can sit there and take it. Madness Redefined. An exploration of the ties between creativity, genius, and insanity. With science! How can you not watch?

Madness Redefined Webcast


The week is half over. I need to finish my sampler. I need to break the habit of not wanting attention. This has nothing to do with what I was just talking about. This is about my creative career. I need to get back to having one…

via sharkandfriends

via sharkandfriends


…

I can’t wait until I’m done with all my website shit.
So I can finally start putting all my shit on it.
And other uses of the word shit. 

I used to have a journal for uploading pictures of my fortunes. I collect them, in case you didn’t know. I deleted it well over a year ago because I got bored with it. Having a journal with a theme. But I decided to post them here every once in a while and instead of just showing them like I used to, I thought I’d actually talk about them - because that’s what I do in my journal.       Talk.

I used to have a journal for uploading pictures of my fortunes. I collect them, in case you didn’t know. I deleted it well over a year ago because I got bored with it. Having a journal with a theme.

But I decided to post them here every once in a while and instead of just showing them like I used to, I thought I’d actually talk about them - because that’s what I do in my journal. 

     Talk.


Fuck. Cats.

I am so tired of pictures with cats.
I’m so tired of mentions of cats.
     Fuck fuckety fuck!

I figured you should spend some time looking at my feet. Look at how the angle of my feet kind of makes it look like my knees buckle in even though they don’t. Look at how I was kind of spreading the toes on my right foot but not on my left. Note how it looks like the top of my feet are squeezing out, which they kind of were because I was sliding forward on an incline. Examine my jeans that I gave comically wide cuffs. Do this while I take a break.

I figured you should spend some time looking at my feet. Look at how the angle of my feet kind of makes it look like my knees buckle in even though they don’t. Look at how I was kind of spreading the toes on my right foot but not on my left.

Note how it looks like the top of my feet are squeezing out, which they kind of were because I was sliding forward on an incline. Examine my jeans that I gave comically wide cuffs.

Do this while I take a break.


Working on my website is a challenge. The part of me behind the door is always arguing with the part of me on the roof about what should be on it. Because one doesn’t want to be seen and the other knows that’s the only way to view the city from here.

Industrial Strength

If you ever meet a man who can admit that watching porn and playing video games excessively can and do have a negative affect on males in terms of the quality of intimacy in their love lives, sexual interests, or ability to have love lives…

… instead of insisting that porn and gaming have changed absolutely nothing at all about the way that men socialize or the way that they view and approach sex, send him my way so I can shake his hand, pop in a video game, and watch porn with him, because he’ll be one of the few honest men alive.

Saying that the evolution of porn and of gaming have had no personal social impact on males whatsoever is like saying that fast food restaurants haven’t changed the way society eats. It’s just so obviously wrong that you have to wonder what the fuck somebody’s been smoking to think it’s right…

Shit, I forgot how hard I laughed the first time I saw this…



I’m in the mood for a social experiment. The kind I only ever get in the mood for when I realize I need to redirect my contempt for people. The kind of bet I make with myself to prove a point I didn’t need proven. I’ll try my best not to go there.

     Try.


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Currently bat(s) in my belfry

I think we’re all minimalists so used to being overwhelmed, we don’t know how to express our minimalist spirit, demanding more out of habit when all we really want in life is less.