Forget danger, you can't be safe anyways

Punching people in the face brings a smile to my face again. I received a copy of Street Fighter Alpha Anthology a few days back. And the cup of nostalgia overflowed. I'm still a little ticked that Capcom didn't include a version of Alpha with the 15th Anniversary Collection. But with this collection I can see why. I think including just one version of Alpha would have only provided a taste of what the Anthology does. Personally, Alpha 2 is the crowning achievement of the Alpha series, but that's just me. The gem of the collection though, ironically has to be the inclusion of Super Gem Fighter MiniMix. With all the hardcore Alpha Counters and Super Combos, it was great to shift gears and play something a little more light hearted. There is no way you can play this game without cracking a smile, despite spewing a raging torrent of curse words at being beaten by the computer yet again. Not that it happened to me or anything. It was all business when it came down to the serious fighters and all the little techniques I had perfected to score multiple hits on unsuspecting foes came flooding back. Warrior's Dreams is much like Street Fighter II, before they added the turbo, as far as the pacing of the fights. It's slow and deliberate. Timing and strategy is much more important than in later incarnations. Alpha 2 expands on this but adds a little speed and a couple of characters, not to mention the cool secret field stage with all the lightning. Alpha 2 Gold is to the Alpha series as Third Strike is to the Street Fighter III series. It takes everything that is good with Alpha 2 builds upon it to make it smoother and more comfortable to play with a few more characters. Alpha 3 however boast the biggest change in game play. The ability to recover mid-air after receiving a hit speeds up the action, and drastically increases the chances you will be KO'd by the computer recovering after you thinking you've pummeled him sufficiently. Yeah, that happened more than once against Adon. Bastard. The influence of the Marvel VS Capcom games can definitely be felt here. But nothing else in the game can be felt more than the computer-controlled M.Bison's Psycho Crusher. It err... crushes you. But it's pretty sweet when it happens. It's not like the one in Street Fighter II, where you can fireball or dragon punch him out of it. The only option is to block it and hope you have enough health to absorb the punishment it deals. And blocking in the air doesn't work. You'll just get splattered all over the place. Then Bison will do that goofy laugh of his while standing over your burnt out corpse. Muwahaha.

Another swing

I finished a drawing about a week ago and even though I don't feel like it's anything spectacular, I submitted it to the reader art section on Juxtapose. It's the second time I've sent something but the last time I didn't read the guidelines as far as the size of the image and just sent it. That doesn't mean that was the reason it wasn't shown; they may have just thought it was crap. Either way, I submitted the new picture "Salome", which was inspired by Aubrey Beardsley's cover. Really, the only similarities are our medium but that's immaterial. It's not really one of my best pieces, but I like it all the same. I hope someone else does too.

Cheeseburger in Paradise

Now Returning to Wichita:A short story by Sarah.
I've found my new calling; i'm gonna work and live at SeaWorld. Me and Shamu, we were meant to be together. This is me in five years, guys. Jumping in the air with Shamu (insert face). I fed a dolphin and a stingray, and I swam in the ocean for the first time and got salt water up my nose. I bonded with my dad who is an avid Jimmy Buffet fan(we drank too many margaritas). I met Captain Hook!

Albert Attacks, Sarah stays cool

Before she left for her week long family vacation in FLorida, Sarah knew that there was a tropical depression headed that way. Little did she know Albert would arrive. In my concern, I texted her to make sure everything was ok. True story: She replies with "No, the girls have taken all the beds and are trying to make me sleep on the couch." Well if they have time to worry about the sleeping arrangments then I guess I don't need to worry too much.

That's what happens when you leave a man alone

The actual event isn't as entertaining as the way Sarah explained it to her dad but that's OK. For comedic purposes I will use her story. Which begins with her coming home from work and finding me in the living room in front of the TV. I have a couple of knives and am bleeding from my right hand. There is a steady torrent of swear words leaving my mouth and I look like a mad man cursing at the television which is in the off setting. All her dad had to say is "That's what happens when you leave a man alone." The only thing that could have made the story any funnier (or scarier) is if I were only wearing a pair of tighty-whities. Fortunately that wasn't the case.

Now for the back story as to why I was assaulting the TV. First off, it's a TV-VCR combo. Bad news. I had inserted a tape to queue it up for when Sarah got home. As I was doing this it began to make a strange noise and finally after a moment it just shut off. Concerned, I tried to turn the TV back on, which it did, but for some reason the tape appeared to be stuck. After trying to eject the tape the TV once again shut off. It continued to do this after several tries. So I get the bright idea that I can just pry it out. I reach my hands inside and try to pull it out but something inside is holding it tight. In my now understood to be vain struggle to pull it out my hands rubbed against the top of the opening, slicing my skin open. Hence the bleeding. I didn't even feel it until my hand got sticky from the blood. So at this point I'm livid and decide to get a knife to jimmy it free. But this was also in vain as the tape still resides inside the VCR. Fortunately I was able to move it around to where the TV won't switch off but I won't be watching any tapes in it for a while, if ever. It is old though, round abouts of six to seven years and I would like to get a new one. The TV part still works fine though so I can't justify throwing it out just yet. But for the record, there were no tighty-whities involved.

Boom Town

GTA Liberty City Stories comes out tomorrow. You know what that means. Plenty of driving on the sidewalk backwards firing a machine gun and yelling fuck the police. Or maybe that's just the way I play. What's in your wallet?

By the way, X-Men blew. Short of Beast trouncing everyone, despite his permed and pressed hair, it was a disappointment. I don't want to spoil anything but I have to wonder why no one asked where Scott was after what seemed like several days. At least Juggernaught said his now- almost-as-famous-as-"I'm-Rick-James-Bitch"-catchphrase. If you don't know what I'm talking about then you need to go to youtube and look under "Juggernaught bitch". It is now part of pop culture, just like Chappelle's Rick James skit.

Can't wait to see how this train wreck ends

I mean, the story is already so screwed up. I like them and all, but really. Why couldn't they just start at the beginning and when they got to the end, stop. Why all the mixing and matching of characters. Why isn't Mystic and Rouge hot? Why is Magneto a frail and useless old man? Why is Wolverine so tall and without any intensity? The only good casting job they did was with Patrick Steward. He was the obvious choice. I did also think Alan Cummins was good as the Elf (Nightcrawler). Tonight, though, I will finally see the much awaited ending of these average series of movies of a better than average gang of mutants. At least Juggernaught says "I'm the Juggernaught!" Too bad he probably won't yell it every time he enters the room.

Moving day is coming up

Fuck this apartment complex. I can't wait to move this weekend. Of course it will suck because I'm sure all my so-called friends will suddenly evaporate when it's time. Nevermind I've helped just about all of them move at some point. Some more than once. But I'm done with that shit. I'm just happy to be moving. Even if I have to move everything by myself. Even the heavy shit:
Nobody gets my sense of humor. Such a lonely place this world is, tisk.

Saddam's sweet-ass ride

I just read that a US reservist has had the vehicle he purchased in Iraq taken from him by ICE. I guess they were treating the vehicle as a war trophy due to the rumors it possibly belong to Saddam. All I have to say about it is I can't blame him, or Saddam for that matter. It's a white Mercedes that is armor plated, bulletproof, has hidden microphones and a loudspeaker. But that isn't what makes it so cool. Get this, it also has several pipes along the side that shoot flames. Flames! That is awesome. Kind of like Spy Hunter or something. All it needs are oil slicks. I don't know or want to know in which situation he felt like he might need to use them but hey, either way that is cool. Or hot... Which ever.

Dan's Saikyo Dojo

Kore ga saikyo ryu. I received a weird email yesterday and I'm not sure what to make of it. It was from a member of M80 and was in regards to the release of the Street Fighter Alpha Anthology. Honestly, I have been behind in my gaming and I didn't even know they were making an anthology. I'm still kind of mad that they didn't include a version of alpha in the 15th Anniversary Collection. That and the "uncut" movie was actually the cut version but that is a different story. But the sender of the email was wondering if I would be interested in posting a press release or a review since I would be a "reputable influencer". Maybe if Capcom can come up with a reason why Ryu still doesn't have his red headband. But the problem with me being a good source would mean that people would actually have to read my blog, which I know for a fact that people don't. I could probably count the comments since I started this thing on one hand. Either way, I guess I'll get in touch with the sender and see what they had in mind. Yoga...

All ways are the Queens ways

So I went to play Halo with my cousins Friday and when I arrived, Alex was playing Kingdom Hearts II. Visually the game is pretty awesome even though the fights seem very long. The final boss has about five life bars. But it was cool to see the rose thorn effects floating in the air as he darted around, Dragonball Z- like. After seeing the ending I had to start again on the first installment. I really want to know how it goes from the Keyblade choosing Sora to the ending in II and the preview of III. Games are like books to me and when I start one, even if it's not that great, I still want to know how it ends.

It's coming along...Slowly

Way back, I said I would post some in-progress pictures of my current project. Well here is the initial sketch and a few pics that show the progression up to now.

And,

which leads to what it looks like today, where I am currently.

I'm never going to finish at this rate. I've been working, half-assed I must admit, since about October on this. Good googley moogley.

TGIF

I just finished looking through Sedgwick Co's most wanted and thankfully I didn't see anyone I knew. I was thinking maybe I would at least see one person, but no. No one I know as of now. There are some interesting people on there. I'm just that bored. The workday that will never end...

Stupider like a fox

Well he's done it again. Remember when he said he wouldn't release the original versions of the Star Wars Trilogy? Well he's going to. And he knows we will buy it. Even if we already broke down and bought the "special edition" release. He knows us better than we do. That sneaky son of a bitch. I'm more angry because I have no choice but to buy the originals, which will include the "special editions" that nobody wanted. He's got us coming and going. Sometimes it sucks being a fan.

Apparently memories can be deadly

I'm finally writing about Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children and let me just say Sephiroth is scary. I remember people who didn't particularly care for him saying things like " Why does everyone like him, all he really did was walk through some fire and hide in the crater for most of the game." He was also rather easy to beat at the end of the game if you knew how to fight him. But with all the criticism, the creators responded with his cameo in the battle arena in Kingdom Hearts, to which most people have verified that he is damn-near unbeatable. I can't say for myself since I haven't played too much of it and I know people who have beaten him, but either way, regardless of what people think, in the Final Fantasy world Sephiroth is bad news. And in the movie he proves it. I was a little put off by how hard it is to follow some of the action but after seeing it the second time it was a bit easier. The tag team on Bahamut is one of the best and it gives you an idea how tight the whole crew is, sealing in concrete for me that they are my favorite Final Fantasy cast. And undeniably this was a real Final Fantasy, instead of the CGI science-fiction movie they tried to pass off as one a few years back(The Spirits Within). I don't really understand why it didn't have a theatrical release like the other flop, since people who played the game can relate to the characters because it was a sequel to the Playstation game that really brought Final Fantasy into the mainstream. Most people these days ,especially those with gaming consoles in their homes will have some knowledge of the series, even if they never play one of the games. But maybe it didn't have enough financial muscle behind it, or if it did open in theaters in Japan, maybe it didn't do so hot. Whatever the reason, it's still pretty sweet.

Not-So-Incredible-Hulk

Between my waking every hour on the hour last night I managed to have a couple of dreams. One of them featured me as the Incredible Hulk. "That had to be awesome!" you are probably thinking, but no. Instead of smashing trucks, throwing tanks, and fighting supervillians like Rhino and Abomination, I spent my Hulked-out time looking for pants that would fit. I even tried on a hoodie... While I was the Hulk. Proof that even when at my coolest, I"m still a lame-O.
As Doctor Octopus said in The Revenge Of The Sinister Six, "I think I liked you better as the thick-witted clod that ran around the Midwest in torn trousers yelling 'Hulk will smash."

F-ing scary (I hope)

We are going to see Silent Hill tonight. From what I understand it is going to be fucking scary. We will see. We are all familiar with the game it's based on and have high expectations. Hopefully this won't be another faux Resident Evil type let down that won't bear any resemblance to the game. Already it has the marks though with changes and items that give away certain details. But here's hoping. Besides, it better be good because we are blowing off playing Halo over Nate's (much to his dismay, sorry).

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Friday was my birthday. Yes, I'm just now getting around to posting about it. Almost a week later. That's just how I do things, sorry. But anyways, if you take a look at the picture you will see that yes it does say 28 on the cake. Obviously it has Spiderman on it. I am probably the only 28 year old who still gets superheroes on his cakes. Other than Comicbook Guy. But to everyone who would like to mock me now, no I do not live in my parents basement, I have my own car and steady live-in girlfriend and I hold down a job that is not in a comic book store.
So there, nah. Besides, it's more fun than having a boring old cake that you forget about after it's been devoured. But all in all it was a good birthday and gifts were cool. And I got my ass beat which is a time honored tradition. Booyaka.

I won't have her tunnel bandied about this office, willy-nilly

In the spirit of the TV show "The Office" and movie "Office Space", Nate has decided to create a whole new blog dedicated to the real happenings of the office in which we work. I am a co-author of this blog which means now I have two blogs with which to waste my time. But this new one will only contain the true events of our daily dosage of office dumbfoundery. Is that even a word? Shit, who cares, nobody reads this anyways. But now there are two blogs to post things that nobody reads. Well, at least I could catch a monkey.

Because sometimes you have to ride someone else's wave

I did a little work last night while listening to some old jams, such as Das Efx's "Straight Up Sewaside" and Busta Rhymes "The Coming" but it wasn't until I popped in "The Blueprint" did the juices start to flow. I guess sometimes you have to ride someone's else's wave of "I'm the baddest motherfucker on earth". I guess Jay Z never said that but he probably believes it. Either way, that shit got me hyped. But of course all his talk about how rich he was didn't rub off on me as I am still here at my day job, working for someone else. The satellite radio is having the reverse effect on me feeling like I am the baddest and I am making pictures like this now:


Yeah, that sucks. But I did hear Billy Joel's Heart Attack-ack-ack-ack song today. And at least that leaves a smile on my face.

Yoga Yoga Yoga

I hope nobody is reading this because I really don't have anything to write about. But as Aqua Teen Hunger Forces' Ol'Drippy said "idle hands spend time at the gentiles." I am at work, so it wouldn't be that good of an idea to be idle. I just finished sifting through all my email forwards and Orbitz was tired of my 400-160 win record in pool so they decided to reset my user ID. Bitches. But I couldn't leave well enough alone so I re-registered and am up 10-1 already. Bitches. The called me Mustard when I was really Ketchup so I had to zap their stupid asses. I'm made out of laffy-taffy. I wish I could zap Classmates and Freecreditreport.com for all the shit they keep sending me. And I just want to know who really thinks Billy Madison is funnier that Happy Gilmore? I mean really, it had Action Jackson in it. I had never watched Billy Madison until a few days ago and it was f-ing dumb. But at the same time it had it's moments so I can't hate it too much. The Bob Barker fight trumps it, hand down. Sorry, Billy.

*Random thought- Play Street Fighter Alpha 2 and pick Dhalsim, then jump into the air and hit the taunt button. Ha Ha.*

Do You Know Who I Am?

It looks like the only thing I did right this weekend was get shot full of holes. We played Halo at my cousin's Saturday night. After watching the Jayhawks lose to Bradley, I was in the mood for some killn'. And kill I did. However, looking at my bullet-riddled body laying all spread eagle while waiting to respawn took up most of the night. I also got hit in the face a lot with the butts of other people's guns. But it was all worth it in the spirit of fun. That and Nate sucks a lot worse than I do. Remember that time I hit you in the back of the head with my gun? Oh, no you don't, ha. I did end up carrying my team towards the end of the night since Michael, Todd and Linden weren't pulling their weight. Yup, it was all me, leading our team straight into the jaws of defeat. Well, we all played well but the youngin's there still showed us up. Royce got a good portion of it on film but I don't know how much he can use without editing for massive amounts of swearing. "Wait, he went over, where did he, no, oh shit, goddamnit not again. Hurry up and spawn. Alright now, damn man, you fucking fragged me, hurry up and spawn." Yeah, that was my night. But as I left, Jonathan challenged me to a game of Street Fighter Alpha. One day the boys will learn that I've been playing Street Fighter when they were still in elementary school. And that's where I took him. Yeah Yeah. They also showed us a video called "Juggernaught bitch." It's an episode of X-Men dubbed over with some hilarious commentary. Comb your beard and go to youtube.com to view it asap.

C-Murder didn't kill nobody

I find it hilarious that the murder case for C-Murder, Master P's little brother and founder of No Limit records, had his murder trial thrown out today. That's comedy. The man named C-Murder didn't kill anybody. Apparently, C-Murder is just his "stage" name.

What's up Texas, What's up

Only one thing to say... Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

Question: If Zangief asked to borrow your car, would you let him?

I wouldn't. Look at his face...

The boredom is killing me, oh wait, it's a bullet

I think that if the opportunity presented itself right now, I would cross the streams.

But then if I had then I would not have had the chance to hear Shane in Quality Assurance shut down some dealer. That's right! Tell that motherfucker! I hate them so much. I mean, whatever happened to courtesy. I love it when dealers call from dealerships named "Friendly" and they absolutely are not. In fact, the polar opposite. Do they call the phone company like that. Do they call up to see what it would take to get digital cable and completely talk all over the person who picks up. I mean they are trying to help you, asshole. Just like we are. I cannot understand being rude to someone who is honestly trying to help you. Maybe if they are in such a hurry to talk to their paper buyer, then maybe they should be prepared before they call. Calling up and demanding to speak with who ever before you even really understand why you are calling defeats the purpose of being in a hurry. Because the person that picks up the call is going to ask them for their name,dealership and application number. Name, rank, number, simple as that. But I guess you can't expect too much from someone when you ask them which state they are calling from and they tell you the name of the dealership. Good job.

I can't sleep

Sometimes I think I should go back to school. I know I'm not the best at anything I do but damnit if she can get a master's in illustration then I figure I should at least be able to flunk out of a master's program. I'm sure her foundation work is probably the shit, though. She probably can really draw and paint. But if that's the case then maybe she should show that instead. And maybe I should keep my mouth shut until I'm published, as she is. Until then take this, Pow!

Her Cheshire Cat picture is pretty dope though...

Going Hungry

Since it's lent and I can't have any meat, I finally am letting Nate borrow Aqua Teen Hunger Force Volume One in exchange for the first season of the BBC The Office. Rise chicken, rise.

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.