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Who likes tattoos? I do, and apparently a large chunk of America does as well (judging by the 'insurgence' of "reality" TV shows that "document" the daily operations of tattoo parlors).

Let me briefly describe my system of quotations: it is, I think, unique to me, and therefore desires some explanation. When I use single apostrophes around a word (i.e. 'bastard'), I am setting up a distinction that it is someone else's phrasing I am mocking, perhaps slightly skewed in syntax. Perhaps taking that word out of the "common parlance" to comment on the absurdity of such a word. The satire is more subdued. When I use double apostrophes (i.e. "goddamn"), I am indulging myself in outright mockery. Because "reality" TV is both inane and a misnomer.

Timelapse fun

The cat will play...in stop motion.

Book covers

After re-reading "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" and deciding that the cover of my copy of the book was sufficiently crap, I conducted a web search for covers from earlier/foreign editions. These two that I found do so much more to express the humor and style of the book. And the more colorful of the two kind of reminds me of 1960s era Terry Gilliam cutout animations.

Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin

It's always nice when you hear a band that makes music just the way you would like to, if you had the time/talent. I mean, I've GOT talent, but I'm just so fucking busy. You know.
Anyways, right now that band is Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin. Do me a favor and buy their music; please refer to the picture above of their album "Broom" -- this way when you are walking around the 'record store' you know what you should be looking for. If you don't buy their music, then I won't be able to keep thinking about how cool it would be if I were in a cool band. And that is depriving me of my right to fantasize, and that is so fucking facist of you.

LOL Cats

Here is my attempt at a LOL cat. Perhaps the meme died months ago.

The Adventures of Thanatos and Steve

Thanatos; god of death. His brother: Hypnos. BUT what if they had another sibling...another brother. Perhaps they do, and his name is Steve.
Or perhaps Hypnos thinks his name sounds geeky and goes by 'Steve' at parties and online. This at least sounds logical.

That's some BTS

Everybody knows about the back-to-school hubbub (editor's note --- I had to look up how to spell hubbub). That's all some BTS. Everything I see at the stores and on TV this time of year is BTS. Screw it. I'm not going. That's right, "academia." Fuck you and your BTS.

Idaho's most pressing deficiency

Idaho does not have any "Chipotle Mexican Grill" restaurants, according to Chipotle's website. As a person who is critical of mindless consumerism, I don't usually attach any sentimentality to corporate chains, but being that I grew up in Colorado eating Chipotle burritos, and the fact that they at least try to introduce free-range products into their food, I have to say I love Chipotle (even if they are partially owned by McD's). So when, after doing my research, I realized that there are no Chipotle franchises in the state of Idaho, I panicked. Perhaps Idaho is relatively unpopulated --- but why are the residents of such a fine state being deprived?

I hereby declare that I will reward the person/persons who open the first Chipotle restaurant in Idaho with a gift certificate for a free loaf of freshly baked zucchini bread.

'58 Chevy

Today I participated in the attempted deconstruction of a '58 Chevy Belair. We needed to get the chrome bumber, grille, and head lights for a stage production. It was hard. So hard, we couldn't do it. Regardless of the heavy rust, that car is build like a tank, and nearly every bit of metal was connected to some other bit of metal in at least four places. We quit and resorted to using the chrome bumper from a "newer" 1960s Buick. Today, our cars are made of plastic. Good.

Chinese Rock

I'm definitely not breaking any news (I heard about this group on NPR), but apparently China has a kick-ass indie rock scene. As anybody who knows me could say, I'm inordinately obsessed with cool band names. So when I heard of Rebuilding the Rights of Statues, I puked a little bit in my mouth (which as anyone who knows me could say is a good thing). Judging by the two songs on their myspace page, the band sounds like a serious-minded attempt at melding the B-52s and Joy Division into one sound.

Doodles

I apologize to all the Bic pens I've bled to death while doodling. I do not, however, apologize to any Pilot pens --- all you inky bastards can suck it.

Postcards

If "mail man" was spelled "male man," that would be redundant.

I'm going to start posting images of postcards I've been sent over the years. Some are five years old or more. I will give no context whatsoever, so unless you either sent the postcard or really enjoy things that make no sense, you most likely will not care.

Bic Bike

Everybody wants to get there hands on this ride.

Quiz: Can you spot the grammatical error in the previous sentence?

The Rabies Epidemic

Whenever you take your dog to the park, watch out for those infected squirrels. They have nothing to lose. Fuck em.

New Years 2001

You might remember who you kissed on New Years Eve, 2001.
If not, perhaps it has been documented on this schematic drawing (names have been edited for the sake of public security).

Hand-cat

And here is an image of a mountain lion, as part of a last minute birthday wish I sketched.
The lion's neck kind of looks like a wrist. But I like the cat's ears. Do you?

Drawings

Forget writing. I'm going to post drawings. Whenever the hell I feel like it.

My first image is my rendering of a well known kit-dinner mascot. Can you guess who?

Perpetually deferred

"Post-structuralism suggests that texts create texts, and meaning is perpetually deferred."
-- Gerald McNiece

"The death of the wicked is called death, the death of the good is called sleep."
-- St. John the Evangelist