Clip Art

I've been on a clip art kick for a few days now. It's fun and easy to take a random picture and give it a quote that has noting to do with the picture. Try it, it's fun!

I think it's time to go home

Bordom does this to me. I can't help it. I want my work day to be over, ugh.

Spacecataz part one

What do you say to a 48 year old woman who is drunk on a Sunday night and sleeping with your 25 year old friend who says "your friends with the all inportant jobs are leaving" in that tone and my sister Christina and Sarah are coming off a 14 and 12 hour work day with mentally handicapped people and Sarah has to get up the next day at seven to run a participant for her research study and go to class and then work from two to 10 with the same afore mentioned people and the friend is making out with her and she introduces herself as an actress that showed her breast in a Manson family movie that she was in at one time. Yeah... I didn't say anything to her either.

Rise of the Machines

Today was a titantic battle against the evil machines of the office. Nate and I fought valiantly against the printer while fending off an un-ending assault by the fax machine. Just look at it. The fax machine just looks like a jerk.


Those two slots look like beady, evil little eyes and notice it's gnarled, fanged, wide faced grin. Just evil. I'm sure Nate will elaborate more here...

Hey kid, you wanna see a dead body?

Untitled 02-08-06

I input the last plug and all my senses are flooded. Static and white noise fills my eyes and ears. Curled up on the floor I try to block it all, but it feeds directly into my brain. Scratching and crawling on the floor I search for a way to cut the feed but to no avail. Only by luck do I trip over the control box. Fumbling with blind fingers I find the X and Y pitch. The static dies, still shouting it's curses as the picture fades in. And it is beautiful.

I wish I could spit in the face of every one of them and smile

I might as well work for the sanitation department because then I would work with literal pieces of shit instead of the figurative pieces of shit that would consist of the car dealers I spend the better part of my days listening to the incessant word vomit and bullshit spewing from the assholes in their faces they call mouths. If I could only spit in the face of every one of them and smile. I hate them, as I hate Hell and all Montagues.

Jesus Christ! Get the Escalade, we're out of here!

You know, I can understand someone being upset about others making fun of something that is sacred to you. But at the same time I can't understand wanting to behead someone over it. That means I would have to kill the staff of not only The Family Guy but also The Simpson, who I have already contemplated killing because of the awful writing. I'm sorry, but that just eludes me and maybe it's because of my religious background, but I will never understand killing another over an ignorant insult that can be ignored. But the protesters... They do not want to be pictured as terrorist and instead want to be seen in this holiest of holy lights when they are chanting about how the cartoonist need to have their heads removed from their bodies. Is that how you honor you God, is by breaking his laws. Maybe avenging his reputation outweights killing a human being but the way I figure, if he created the universe, he doesn't need my help in punishing some smart-ass cartoonist. I'm not attacking Islam but the clerics need to think about how the world sees them. They are considered holy men but there are those that are inciting the crowds with calls for revenge. "Holy men", huh. Is this how worldly, honorable, God fearing men behave. It sounds like it helps their agenda more than Gods. I just wish that they would understand that if you want to be seen as a peaceful people, you can't blow other people up, infidels or not.

Inanimate... I'll show him inanimate!

I'm nursing a headache that I've had most of the day. I'm sure it's from being overworked. I've been at work since about 1 am last night, though not exactly here. I came in last night when I went to sleep. I dreamt that I was at work, which of course sucks. Dreaming and dreaming of my usual workday. But something strange has been happening to me this week. Almost every night I have been waking up at about 5 am. It's kind of starting to freak me out. So when I woke up again last night at the usual time I didn't think too much about it besides the obvious strangeness of it. I tossed and turned for a while which has become the 5 am ritual and eventually fell asleep again. And began to dream again... About being at work, again. And not a continuation but a different dream altogether. As if I don't spend enough time here already. I don't remember what movie it was but they mentioned the working all day and now they get your dreams too. I've already worked my eight hours and now here I am, working another. Why don't they just use a gun.

Why Work?

Ok, so it's 3:52 am. I've been drawing and drinking and fretting about whether or no to show up to my 10 year high school reunion. And of course there is work tomorrow. I wish all I had to do was to worry about how strong my karate was like Akuma here.

Carve weird wooden men, practice karate and hang a whipping on Ryu's ass every now and then. That would be the life.

Steppn' out

I hate clubs. Even more, I hate clubs in Wichita. But it is Mark's birthday so I guess it would be wrong to not go, damn it. I just hate clubs so much. I'm crossing my fingers something will come up but more than likely I'll be sitting at the table, nursing my one beer for the night and waiting for the girls to get tired of dancing so that we can leave. At least Sarah and Christina have to work early tomorrow and everyone hates crowds, so maybe we will have an early night. Here's hoping. I hate clubs.

So now we're Nazis

Damn it. Now we're Nazis. I always thought they were the bad guys, like in the Indiana Jones movies or Castle Wolfenstein. But now, according to the much loved Dicta... President of Cuba, Fidel Castro, our president Bush is as bad as Hitler. Now I'm no fan of our cowboy, smoke em' out, draw!, it's curtains (?) president but that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. In order to compare him to Hitler he would have to get the whole country behind him, a feat I must add, he has not accomplished, convince us that causing bodily harm to a minority group of people is OK and carry out such atrocities as were seen during world war two. I'm sorry, but he has not crossed that line yet, no matter how unconstitutional the wiretaps were, which I must also protest. Either way, Between Fidel and Hugo, the communist Marx Brothers who muscled their way into "office" sure have a lot to say about us instead of focusing of the shit that's happening in their own countries.

And remember, you must find the jade monkey before the next full moon

So I had a rather uneventful weekend, other than getting a fix-it ticket for the burnt out headlight on the truck. Which because of I have to make this observation. You never see cops when someone else on the road is in violation, whether it be a headlight, speeding or driving drunk. But as soon as you inch on to the road they just materialize behind you, lights flashing and sirens wailing. Oh well, it's only a fix-it ticket. They looked right over the twenty corpses I happened to be taking to the pig farm that night. And I am aware that the title of this post has nothing to do with the subject, thanks.

I Need Money And A Big Wall

Part of the problem with my work is that I do not have the funds or means to create the things I would like to. An example would be a series I did that I believe would look really good if they were printed as very large murals:



Either way, I lack the printing capabilities or the wall space. I do have to agree with Sarah though. Since I do not possess these things I will have to keep doing what I do until I have the opportunities to create on the that scale. She said instead of the Sake bottle or the black mask that no one could tell what it is, she said I should have used one of these:

A bad scan though it is...

My fours

I received this email from my friend Sean so I decided to post it here. Here are my fours:
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:
1. Scrapyard
2. Warehouse
3. Picture framer
4. Call center stooge
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
1. Akira
2. Top Gun
3. Star Wars (original trilogy)
4. Edward Scissorhands
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN
1. Wichita, KS
2. Wichita, KS
3. Wichita, KS
4. Wichita, KS
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. The Simpsons re-runs (The new ones suck )
2. Family Guy
3. Ku Basketball
4. Chapelle Show
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION
1. San Francisco, California
2. Taos, New Mexico
3. Chicago,Il (hi Emily!!!!!)
4. Houston,Tx
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. Carpathian Kitten Loss
2. CNN.com
3. Fighting In A Sack.com
4. Decafe Photography
FOUR OF YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS
1. Kwan Court
2. Old Chicago
3. Kobe Steakhouse
4. Any place I can get Sake
FOUR SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED
1. Wichita State University
2. Butler County Community College
3. Northeast Magnet High school
4. Brooks Middle School
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Shepherd's pie
2. Pizza
3. Dad's BBQ Burgers
4. Chilidogs
FOUR THINGS YOU WANT RIGHT NOW
1. A One Man Show
2. A House
3. No more headaches, literal or figurative
4. A chance to see more of the world without the fear of being kidnapped
FOUR NICKNAMES YOU'VE HAD
1. Ry
2. Black
3. H-Dogg
4. Dat Nigga Daz

Still nothing

Maybe the picture I sent to Juxtapose wasn't good enough. After looking through the reader's art section, maybe I should have sent something more like this:
They would probably post this since it looks like the type of art they like to promote. If you look through the reader art section and even some of the features, you will see some evidence that it really doesn't take much to be an artist other than who you know. I'm not trying to disrespect any artist, only the institution that has become modern art.

Another title-less post

Another title-less post. Another Tuesday at work. Another unfinished picture at home. Another day without any new emails. Another feeling of discontent. Another post with no comments.

No news yet

I submitted the photo of my sake flask to Juxtapose the other day under the reader art section. It's the one from the December 5th post. I haven't heard or seen anything yet but I'm not giving up. I'm trying to be nice to the art world and not hit them over the head, but maybe that's what it will take. Something like this:
Is that too morbid? I just hope it's different that the cookie cutter art that is being churned out at all these fancy art schools. But maybe it's too dark and uncomfortable for the masses. In the way that Goya's "Saturn Devouring His Children",1819-1823, was for the 19th century. I hope so. Maybe that's morbid of me but hey, I did make this after all. I just don't want to be too dark because that stigma tends to stick and if I ever feel like making more of my bullshit, silly-ass pictures, everyone will say that I sold out. Maybe then it's good that I"m not an artist and those that call themselves artist choose to ignore me.

Just to piss me off

So Saturday and Sunday where actually nice days. So I decided, "hey, it's been very long time since I washed my car and it's kind of disgusting. So I will." And I did. My car enjoyed just a little over 24 hours of being clean. And then... It snowed. Now it looks like it did before I washed it. Like ashy Larry.

Update

Also on my lunch break I went home and while there realized that I did not have my wallet. I looked everywhere for it but to no avail. Finally I said a prayer to Saint Anthony. Yep god ol' never-helps-me-find-anything-despite-being-the- patron-saint-of-lost-items Saint Anthony. So in my frustration I vowed never to ask him for anything again. Again. And then I found my wallet. Such a twisted relationship we have.

Punching things

I find it a little strange that if you select "punching things" under my interest list, two girls under the age of eighteen and a "Battle Bovine" appear. I just thought that was interesting. Maybe not.

Another untitled post

Is any of this art? I make pictures sure. But really, is any of it art? I feel kind of bummed out because no matter how bomb I think something is, I get the same responses to it all. I don't feel like it's good enough if people are still wearing socks after they see it. If I don't hear the next day that the picture I showed them the previous day was the shit, then I feel like a failure. All this time, and no one really cares. And yes this is my late night boo-hoo post but damnit, sometimes I need to. So much time feels lost with only irrelevant pictures to show for it all. I want to hit people hard but everyone walks away like it was a slap. And maybe I'm showing the wrong people. Or maybe the layman's opinion is the most trustworthy.

Bull's Eye

Why is it that whenever you come outside and your car has been bombarded by bird shit, there is never any on the ground around your car. That's right, they aim for your car. They make a game of it. I've watched them. They give each other extra points if they nail your windshield while you are driving or if you are leaving the car wash. Assholes. My car was riddled today, but strangely enough, the cars parked in the same area were not touched. Assholes.

Now leaving 2005

Well, so long '05. I'm writing this while nursing a hang over. I'm convinced the smaller the party, the more you drink. With only about seven people, I thought it was a lot of fun. But I was drunk... Yeah, work it.

I don't suppose anyone will forgive me for posting these but you know... It had to be done. I couldn't not post these. Thanks for the title Royce.
She really wasn't as fucked up as the picture might suggest but I snapped it at an opportune blackmail moment, yessss. Chi-ching!
Here's Sarah, playing the Gunstar Hero, who captured everything that happened that night. It was fun, but I'm glad 2005 is over. It was a pretty non-descript year with some definite low points. But here we all are in the next year.

King of Hands Cancelled?

I've received word that the King of Hands tournament is going to be cancelled. Oh well. So much for my harcore workout regime of donuts and soda pop. And I was starting to feel my ki growing in my toes again. To bad I can't touch them.

Getting smooshed is not on the cool list

So I played Shadow of the Colossus last night. It was awesome. I don't particularly care for the teleportation back to the temple after slaying a colossus, but other than that it's great. I'm not sure about the replayabilty but it is definitely a must play. It has the same air of wonder and excitement as Ico, obviously. But there is a story developing that I have my suspicions about and I can't wait to see how right I am.

Oh yeah, here are some pictures I took Saturday of the job Brian and I did on Nate's desk.
It was more Brian but I contributed with the picture and the "it looks like someone has a case of the Mondays". I also told Brian to tape his notary stamp so that when he tried to use it, it wouldn't work. Take that Tonto!

Holidays on weekends suck

Having to come back to work right after Christmas blows. Especially when you have cool presents. But at least we are slow. Sooooo slow. I've been looking non-stop at the website for Shadow of the Colossus. Sarah bought it for me for Christmas and I can't wait to crack it open and feast upon the gooey insides. You have to check this game out, at least to revel in the art direction. It's by the same people who did Ico. If you never played that game then you suck and I'm glad you missed a modern day masterpiece. I have to go home and play it. I really can't sit still in my chair. I have to play it! My parent also bought me X-Men Legends 2. It looks awsome and it's multi-player, which is totally sweet. I still wish I could get my hands on the arcade version of X-Men. All in all it was a good haul and from what I could tell everyone was pleased with their gifts. Saturday sucked because we were dead then too, so I decided to take some pictures of my work space so Sarah could see the suck that my life is.

This is my space. Until a few weeks ago, the only things on my walls were work releated. Nothing to tell who sat in my seat, no personal effects.

Here is a lovley shot of my notary stamp. Beautiful.

Snores-ville and a guilty sensation

It is Christmas eve and I'm at work. I am soooo bored. But I volunteered and it's all overtime. Chi-ching. But I am very bored. And no sooner do I write that, something slides over on the fax machine. Me and my big, letter writing pen. It's probably a Mexico insurance policy. How much do you want to bet? Oh that's right, it's Christmas eve and everyone is broke. But why is it when you go shopping for everyone else, you see a bunch of shit you want to buy yourself. But then you don't want to be a jerk and spend all your money on yourself. Besides, that's what all the after Christmas sales are about. You went shopping, saw piles of stuff you want and can't have but now since it's after Christmas you can forget all the bullshit presents you bought everyone else and really get down to purchasing. All for Silas, all for Silas. What? Stop looking like that. I'm not the only one. Am I? Nah.

No more ranting

It has come to my attention that all I do anymore is rant, sometimes violently. I am a bit sick of it myself, so henceforth I will refrain from. I'll just have to squeeze it into a tiny, bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate moment, like the time I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle. Remember that? When I hit the referee with the bottle? So no more of it. Oh, and sorry for saying fuck so much.

Who gives a flying fuck?

This is all I'm going to write about the dumbass argument about evolution versus intelligent design. No one can prove where we all came from. At this point everything is a theory. You can't prove anything, either way. So everybody shut the fuck up and go back to your jobs, assuming you have one between your fucking crusades. Damn hippies.

And?

So now Saddam Hussein says the US beat him. And this of course is going to get him some kind of sympathy. Because we were so cruel to him, we overthrew his regime and hunted him down, and killed his sons, and now we've beat him. And? I saw a video where he watched one of his soldiers chop the hand off a prisoner. I wish I knew what that guy did to warrant that. And he's complaining that we beat him? Compared to the shit he did to people who said something about him he didn't like. I think they should publicly beat him. They should beat him on TV. They should show it in classrooms. Set TV's up in peoples houses who can't afford them so they can watch them beat his monkey ass. They need to fuck him up.

I didn't win a damn thing

Saturday night was the first of four company Christmas party's I attended. And I only went in the hopes that I would win something. In case you are wondering if I did, damnit, read the fucking title of this post. If you want details about the night then read Nate's blog. It was a waste of time for me, even though the cake was scrumptulescent.

City overrun by wild feral cats

Ok, so the top story on the front page of today's newspaper is "Kitty Clutter". It was about how the city is being overrun by wild, feral cats. They're cats... They aren't going to eat anyone's dog or beat you up and take your wallet. Just throw your shoe at them and run the other way. I like cats. See it here: http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/13402739.htm

Congratulations!

My younger sister graduated from Wichita State yesterday. Awesome. From what I can tell, the ceremony may have been good, but I'm not sure from the nosebleed section. But either way, I'm proud of her. She had the stomach I didn't and went all the way. That and she's going back for more. Between her and my older sister, they'll have more degrees than I can shake a stick at. See, she's the one in the black. Look at all those cords and medals. Obviously she is super-educated, smarter than Spock.And the proud relatives. Cousin Alex on the left and aunt Diane on the right. And in the far right background is the older sister Emily. Cool out back there money, you already had your day! She's super-educated too.
See, here she is in May getting her second degree. Word.

I love finding these

Ok, everyone needs to go here; WhiteKnight . I love finding these. Whenever I leave the house feeling like everything is ok in the world, I remember that there are people like this.

I should draw more

There was a time when I would draw everyday. Well into the night, blasting my music quietly in my headphones. Dirty hands, head lightened by the thick smell of marker. Riddled with teenage angst and a broken heart I would draw late hours in pen and ink, broken cites and anti-heroes. What fun... So why waste my days in a call center, inspecting Mexico insurance policies? Your guess is as good as mine. I could progress a lot farther if I tried. Here's the difference of four years in high school.

If the cold were a man, I would kill him.

And I mean good too. I'd get my hands on him. Real personal-like. Wrap my hands around his throat. And I don't mean choke. Throttle. Look him right in the eyes. Throttle. Watch his tongue slide out and see the panic in his eyes. You know the kind. Like when you're underwater and you feel like you can't get to the surface fast enough. Feel his strength fade. I hate the cold. Give another good squeeze before I let go. The cold is a real jerk.

Whiskey in the Jar

Actually it's sake. And damn tasty too. I just bought a Kodak Easy Share camera off of Nate. It's not too fancy but it takes pictures. Which is all I need right now. Just something to scratch the itch until after Christmas when I can afford to get something a little more capable. So expect a bunch of artsy, out of focus pictures to be posted at random the next few weeks... like this one I took of my breakfast yesterday. Coffee and a cereal bar. Mmm, now that's good eating!

Where's the Beef?

Ok, maybe I'm a day late in writing about this but hey, sue me. It was the last day of the month and I had to go renew my tags. So, on TV yesterday, our great leader gave a speech that would outline a plan to win the war in Iraq. Of course it came as no surprise that there was no plan. He got up there and blah blah blah-ed the whole time. Now I understand that he can't just come out and say " We are going to use a classic pincer move and swing in from the North and West and corner them in Ramadi and drop the hammer on them", but come on. Can you be a little more specific? Oh well. It's nothing new. Just that old familiar feeling of being left with more questions than answers. But how about that car chase in California? That shit was crazy. Did you see the dumbass that jumped out the car? Ouch! Remind me next time I'm ready to buy a new car to get a Toyota Carolla. That car took a beating and kept on going. Shazam!

I'm saving the last bullet for myself

Ok, so I'm at work but that's all I'm doing. Being here. All the printers in the site are down, Lotus notes is behaving erratically and our Oregon office has closed early. I'm so close to taking that standard issue cyanide capsule. Then everything will be ok. Everything will be ok. All the printers work in heaven...

And then I'm going to blast my glutes

Ok, so I know there are nights where there is absolutely nothing happening. Those nights make for slow news reports. But why in holy hell was there a story about the workout routines of the women of desperate Housewives? On the local news? Celebrities have penetrated every part of our normal everyday lives. Now when I want to see what's happening in the world I get to see how many millions John Travolta gives his daughter on her birthdays. Millions... Gives... Why are we bombarded with this shit? I hate 'em, I hate 'em all. And no, it's not because they're rich and I'm not, oh wait yeah it is. Rich motherfuckers.

Who writes this stuff?

Man, I have a lot of ranting post lately. And most of them are about topics I really don't like talking about. Maybe that's why I tend to write so much about them. Either way, I'm going to shift the focus back to what I had originally intended. Boobies. Oh wait, that's my other website. If you see boobies here, it's because I'm being artsy or something. But back to the reason I started this all. I like to draw, which is obvious here:

Why can't I stop ranting...

Rep. Duncan Hunter of California says, "Right now, in Iraq, we are changing the world. ... We're changing a very strategic part of the world in such a way that it will not be a threat to the United States and, in fact, will be an ally in the global war against terror." Now correct me if I'm wrong, but the country we are "changing" doesn't belong to us. There has not been any proof that the war in Iraq has been justified and to go in and change a country that doesn't belong to you sounds a bit Manifest Destiny to me. Who are these "lawmakers" trying to convince that we did the right thing in Iraq? I'm just tired of the bullshit. Maybe if the Bush administration had just come clean and said "Hey, I need to go to Iraq to kick Saddam's ass", I don't think that half of America would have opposed that war. Shit, sometimes you just need to kick that muthafucka's ass. Why is it such a noble cause to have the youth of America, many who were mislead into "get money for college", shipped overseas to be blown up by savages. And when I say "savages", I in no way, shape or form am referring to those of the Islamic faith. I mean the people who follow the perversion of it and all fundamentalist who believe them to be the mouth of the Great Silent One. These kids are fighting fanatics in a way the asshole lawmakers can't even imagine. Except maybe those that saw some kind of action in 'Nam. This world does not belong to America and the reason everyone else in the world hates America is because of that. Don't come onto my soil, claiming you know what's best for me. We as Americans know how we would act if we were occupied. Shit we don't even want our neighbors on our lawn. And as American's I don't understand how we can let these fuckers use these scare tactics to keep us afraid of other countries and cultures. To convince us that our way of life is the only one to live. It's that same as the terrorist claiming jihad against the infidels, condemning all those who do not walk the extreme Muslim life. But nowhere near as worse because they only use force to push their ideals. We have been subtlety brainwashed to believe in our pampered, spoiled lifestyles, that our government is watching our backs and keeping us safe. If so then why are they fabricating stories about a big bad dictator who's coming to get us?

That shit is gross

Nate said he was going to talk about this on his blog : http://www.brownpolyestershirt.blogspot.com/, but he hasn't updated it in months, slacker. But as was discussed a couple of days ago, we both noticed an oddity in the trash bin outside the building. It's the kind that has the flaps so the trash inside doesn't escape, not unlike the one at your local Mickey Dee's. Well I noticed it first on Saturday when I went to deposit the remains of my lunch. As I approached it I noticed what looked like hair. Human hair. Being curious I decided to take a closer look instead of just tossing my trash. It was a slow day and perhaps I needed a little excitement. So as I used my Wendy's sack to hold open the door, I peeked in expecting to see a severed head or something. Only it was worse. It was someone’s weave. And that shit was gross. Sure enough, Nate comes in Monday and as he begins I already know what he's talking about. A real head, flies and all, wouldn't have been as gross. Unless the eyes were open, maybe. Blugh.

I'd like to thank God for all my ills

Why is it that when I was flipping the channels last night I came across T.I. winning an award on the Vibe awards. Why is it that he was able to win anything? But judging from the others in the category I'm not all that surprised. But of course he begins with "I'd like to thank God". When did it become appropriate "? But it's got a good beat, right? I just do not understand the direction rap has taken and why they feel like they need to brag about destroying other people. "I'd like to thank God for destroying the community with the drugs I used to sell and for that time I robbed a mother of her child because that muthafucka was talkn' shit at the club. Then there was those bitches I degraded by skeeting on their faces and then dumping out of my Escalade, stupid bitches." It sounds more like something you would tell a priest because you are seeking forgiveness. Of course the majority of them really don't need confession because they fake jacks and all, but still. What happened to making good music that wasn't about fucking each other up. Why is it so hard to make something that is genuinely happy? "Because life in the ghetto isn't happy." Give it a fucking rest. Life is shit and we are all covered in it. But it's the times when we forget that are the moments when we really live. And those times don't cost any money and not limited to any one group of people. To The Windows, To The Wall! And if you really live your life then I think that is something God will thank you for.

Elvis is King(?)

People's collective memory really is short. Once again on my journey across the internet I stumbled across another topic that gets my goat. Just by reading this, one would probably tend to get the impression that I'm really this hyper, pro-ethnicity back to the motherland kind of God is black people. I'm really not though. What I am though is irritated with society's need to forget that black people are a large part of this country's history. I was reading http://www.catandgirl.com/ and I found it funny that the Cat had no idea that Blondie's "Rapture" song was the first to include rapping and that Marty McFly created Rock 'N Roll. I have this ongoing debate with Sarah that Black people have spearheaded every large music movement in history short of bluegrass and Country. Maybe some others too but, for the most part each movement can more or less be tracked back to us. And no one remembers. Hearing that reminds me of an instance when a friend's girlfriend asked why my cousin and another friend were making fun of her people when they were mock breakdancing. She was Asian. Here, let me say that again. The Asian girl asked why a couple of Black guys (well Durand is Puerto Rican, which we give him shit for all the time; Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico) were making fun of Asians because they "created" breakdancing. She was born after 1980 so it's a little understandable that she would not know where it's roots, but come on. Turbo and Ozone are turning over in their graves(are they still alive?). Now it's all Asian boys doing windmills and white boys rocking out on guitars and that's fine. I like the idea of everyone getting involved and showing a different take. It's cool to listen to the music in Cowboy BeBop to hear the Japanese take on jazz and blues. What irritates me more than anything else are the people that created these cultural phenomenons. It really upsets me that we are such a throw away people. What about all the barriers we broke? What about the Harlem renaissance? Why did we spend years building ourselves up only to let ourselves go. Isn't there anything left in us other than rap. What happened to being able to play an instrument or caring a tune? Why is there only 50 cent and R Kelly? I want some answers! Nicole Simpson can't rap, this whole court is out of order! But you know it's not even that rap isn't a valid movement. But when people who can't still are able to make it and influence the genre, wtf? I remember when real MC's would get on the mic and shut down the lame-o's. But nobody buys their albums because their rims aren't spinin' and all their hoe's are in the same area code.Shazam and abracdabra, change this wacky world back the way I remember.

Rant

Is it a bad thing at work that instead of actual calendars, they hand out to everyone 12 photocopied pages of a calendar? It's really too bad that there is no way to convince me that my job is not going to end up in India at some point. There are already collection offices there. I remember getting a call; when I still took customer calls; from someone who was upset because they couldn't understand the person who called about their past due payment. They told the customer where they were calling from and that upset them. Me too. I know how business works and all but I mean come on. I was watching Best of the Best (don't laugh, I like that movie) and there were scenes of cars being built in Detroit. Good ole' motorcity. I heard a rumor not too long go that GM was moving production to China because it was cheaper than building cars in Mexico. For fuck's sake man. What about our crumbling economy. What about American jobs. The trade gap is bigger than it's been in how long and these big companies still want to outsource more jobs. Instead of following the hot spots of development that equal quick gains, how about building a strong stable economy at home. If they spent more time building quality items then maybe people overseas would want to trade again. As is, nobody wants the crap we actually do produce. And neither do Americans. Granted I do drive a Mitsubishi but damnit, it's fast. I can't help that.

Snowfall

I talked to my cousin last night. He's going through a rough patch, coming off a breakup. Sarah said something last night that I hadn't thought about in a while, for obvious reasons. She asked if I remembered what it was like to be heartbroken. It's been what seems like a lifetime ago but yeah, I do. We all have that one person, that person who you would no matter what was happening in your life drop everything for. You know who they are. Like I said, a lifetime ago but I still catch glimpses of that life every now and then. "Still she haunts me, phantomwise; Alice moving under skies; never seen by waking eyes." -Louis Carroll.

Reconstruction

Here is the first sketch for my next five drawings. They are very rough so don't judge them too harshly. Everyone around me at work thinks I'm crazy because I tend to talk to myself while drawing and writing, which I do on the back of the sketches. Weird, random things. Scary things. Things that will haunt your nightmares. Or maybe not.
I probably won't post the next one until I finish this drawing, but who knows. Maybe I will. I'm such a tease.

Saturdays of Thunder

Working Saturdays blows. I got to work about ten minutes late because my sheets at home had a bear hug of a hold on me. Then the shower had to get all cozy with me. Then I had to leave my girlfriend in the middle of a conversation just to get here and find out half our programs aren't working due to a system upgrade. And you know what that means. Half those programs that aren't working now will never work quite the same again due to the "upgrade". Bah!

Even after all these years I still don't know what "Gleaming The Cube" has to do with skateboarding

I mean the movie never explained it. How does one know when they have "Gleamed The Cube?" I'm not sure but I don't think I ever have.

Teenage Suicide! Don't Do It!

I'm kinda glad I'm not an angst-ridden teenager any more. Everybody should check out http://insomniarocks.blogspot.com/. I had clicked one of my interests listed to see who else had the same interest and it turns out that he had left a comment on the person's blog I went to. There wasn't anything of any importance at first glance until I noticed "nigger cunt". So of course I had to go to his blog. Fucking hell. No matter what happens in the future there will always be these people. You know, teenagers. "I spend too much time alone listening to music and drawing with the curtains closed and my door locked so my parents can't come in. I don't believe in God because my parents made me go to church and never let me find things out on my own. And He never answers my prayers because I'm still a gawky kid who can't get girls to go out with me and the other kids at school laugh at me and call me names. " Fucking grow up. You hate women because they are smarter than you; you hate other races because you don't know any. Get some nuts and confront the shit that scares you. Quit letting everyone know how old you are not.

Do they know it's Wonderland?

I like to go to the "submit your ad" page on the http://www.dacafe.org/photograph/ site and check out all the Japanese photographers. I was checking out http://clover.petit.cc/ when I came across a picture under daily life. It was a picture of a stamp of all things and it was of a Gundam. On a stamp. Granted, I've never really been into Gundam but I still acknowledge the coolness (or dork-dom) of them. I mean who doesn't want a giant mech suit that can kick all other mech suits' collective asses all at the same time. Which leads me to ask- do the Japanese understand that they live in Cool world. I mean besides the sometimes corny acting and a few terrible J-Pop bands. I wonder if they wake up and are just like "Ok, it's time to get into my incredibly fast Honda Civic and drift down winding streets with blooming Sakura trees all the way to school so that I can get into a huge brawl with the "toughs" with their uniforms all open and yelling the name of special techniques with the school girls with the leg warmers cheering in the background and topping the night off with the girl of my dreams dumping me and me saying "Orro" with swirls for eyes?" Maybe that's the skewed view that most Americans who like that shit have but I just wonder how they deal with being bombarded with all of it. I know how I feel about being bombarded with the one thing Americans never seem to get enough of- Celebrities! And for me it sure ain't no Wonderland. More like D'Oh-erland. Wait did that make any sense. Ah, who the hell cares anyways?

Pickles make me angry

Have you ever had an emotional response to eating? You know like in the movies where the guy gives the woman a spoonful of some delicious ice cream or pastry and she closes her eyes and makes that mmm sound. Well, whenever I eat pickles it's like that but instead of making that mmm sound I tend to make a sound more like the Hulk picking up a really heavy truck and throwing it. Pickles piss me off. It's not even anything I can help. Just the taste of them is enough to make me bang my fist on the table.

I must suck or something

Isn't it weird when people who don't even know you can already guess when you are bad at something? Like in gym class, when a group of guys didn't think I could climb the rope. I’m short so automatically that makes me some kind of pussy. So I proceeded to climb it without the use of my legs. Just my arms, which was something they could not do. Pussies. Which brings me to my second example. I emailed a local gallery just to see what exactly they would need to see in order to be considered for a show. Well that was about two weeks ago at least and still no reply. Therefore I can conclude only one thing. They must have a psychic on board and they have already deemed my work as crap and discarded any knowledge of my email.

Thank God for nerds

I mean look at them. These are the two men that created some of the movies that I spent my formative years watching. Constantly. I can only make one excuse for myself. Look at them.

Gas prices revisted

When I last filled up last week, gas was $3.01. Now they are $2.63. That hurts. My car is kinda slick huh? Too bad it won't be doing much more than this.