Happy Halloween

It is that time of year again....
The time when the rest of the world plays by the rules I like.

When being a freak or dressing like you have an appendage in distress or a bad hair decision was made... well, it is all ok.

I mean people wear fake piercings and 80's rock star clothes and I thing....

Okay... maybe the parachute pants with the bullet belt is a bit much.... but... I do so love my piercings.

So as all of you venture out toningth... walk proudly among "My people." well except for that guy that is dressed like BoPeep handing out candy... that fuck is just plain creepy.

And remember... MAKE SURE that it is a wig BEFORE you say "Damn man! AWESOME Mullet wig!!!!" Especially if you are at Walmart.

A little helpful hint for the holidays. Just doing my part.... I mean if you ask me I would totally make a kickass "Emergency broadcast system" Warning systems voice over guy.

Think about it.....

[Crackly radio transmission recording sound thingy]

"That tone you just heard.... Man was THAT fuckin' annoying or WHAT!? but seriously.... that one was the real deal... So yeah... if you can still hear my voice and your face hasn't melted or been torn from your body...Well your still pretty much FUCKED.

I know... I am supposed to calmly tell you it'll all be better soon and you can just wait it out hiding in a hole with some plywood over your head.... HaHa... if you believe that shit you probably think my stupid ass is in the studio reading this. Your dumber than you look... and to be honest Mullet-boy... uum... Girl sorry 'bout that.... I didn't think that was possible.

Basically If you can hear the sound of my voice spend the next few minutes hugging up to whatever is closest... the wife, the dog, your cousin... hug yourself and look over your shoulder in the mirror you sad & lonely fuck... because Life as you know it is about to come undone...
Be well and good luck with all that.


...This has been a message of the Emergency Broadcast System Eeeeert Eeeeert EeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrt Eeeeert "


I wonder if they are taking applications????

Well Happy Halloween!

Good times, Bad Times

Good Times

I have had time to think and review as of late....

And it breaks down a few ways Life is full of Ups & downs....

Most of the time we find ourselves somewhere in between one of the two main states of being.

 

I live for the good times.... it pretty much is my only reason for drawing a single breath on this crazy dirt clod we call earth. So there really isn't much else about life I am gonna burn time focusing on 'cuz none of it really matters (Cue some cheesy metallica-ballad).

 

I wasn't trying to piss any one off or stop anyone from talking to me... I was just riding the high side of life. I have a LOT of room and ambition on a great deal more ink.

I am sorry if it seemed that I was being selfish or whatever... it wasn't meant to come across that way.

 

So everyone join me up here on the high side and we will just keep plowing on into a good time.

Chalk it all up to the fact that I am impatient and impulsive, that is it. I mean ferChrist sake how else would I have found Dresden.... or known that you could pay for tolls with Mt dew bottles & cans. Or that Dunster's donuts are all you really need for nourishment as long as you have enough Jack Daniels. I mean c'mon.

 

Bad Times

They don't fuckin' matter and I am already past 'em. Two tears in a bucket, fuckit!

Any questions... see above

Matt... Could U shave HALF of my nipple 4 me?

Why... Sure... sure I could!

So Julie and I were on the way to get dinner tonight when I got a tattoo.
Figured I would post some shots... Just a little look into how it all went. I was very impressed with the guys work and his attitude was fucking awesome....

So basically what that is saying to me is that when I want work done I am looking at a five hour drive... Hey it will give me an excuse to take some driving trips.

Matt Gets to Layin' Down the Lines

Grubby Lines takin' shape

Finished with the star, the lines and the Tips... Gettin' there.

Here she is... I will be getting more.

Yup... Definitely MORE!

As you can all see from the pictures above... Matt had effectively Quartered the number of hairs "Growing" on my chest while at the same time Halving the number of wirey little hair tendrals that populated the outer rim of my Left nipple.

I know... I'm a freak. I can't help it... So Ladies... Please control y'selves!

I know my Hair challenged Man-teats are a wonder to behold in and of themselves but I thought I could give you all a reason not to feel guilty when you oogle my ever so enticing pecs. I know... it's okay... Some times I catch myself drifting by the full length mirrors I have had installed on the walls, ceiling and floor at my place and can't help but give myself a lil' wink, a nod and "Pull out the Gun-Hands".

But seriously folks.....

I realize now that I really do need to start working out... I was gonna say "Again" but it's been so long since I last worked out with out my life being in true peril [running from an escaped tiger at the zoo does NOT count as Cardio! No Fuckin' way I am pencilling THAT into a weekly routine!!! "Is today ISOs or am I poking panda bears with sticks today" and if you aren't-in-the-know Pandas will FUCK YOU UP!!! check into it! The Chinese and their panda related Propaganda PR would have you believe it's all cuddly-fuzziness and Fun... They will EAT. YOUR. SOUL! FACT!]

So there should be more Tattoos in my near future.

I have already talked to Matt and he is gonna cut me a fucking awesome deal on a Half sleeve cover-up if I can sit in the chair for four hours. Half Sleeve...Here I come!!!! I am Reeeeeeally looking forward to it! Now I need to get to work on the art... I have an Idea for my next three... To include the rough mental outline for the 1/2 sleeve.

okay I guess that is enough for tonight.

Socks, draaaawers & Free wireless, oh my!

Settling in

Sitting here on my sleepnumber bed in my socks and underwear grabbing all the free wireless I can get my grubby lil mits on.

I have the AC cranked and I am gonna crawl in this frigin awesome bed for a few hours of sleep... I'm too tired to prance around in front of my open shades doing my half naked Frozen nippel shuffle before bed.... oh well.... there is always tomorrow night,


Until then...
 

one hundred trillion miles an hour

Pre trip hulabaloo

I have been running around getting ready for my trip.

I have the schweeeeeeet rental sitting in the driveway... nothing extreme or anything but a nice lil full size. I am still putting clothes in my suitcase.... OR I SHOULD be but I am clicking away on the keys instead.

Have some last minute running around to do before I head off that I should get to as well.

Not that is all that surprising when I don't blog for a little while but I was figuring I can't be sure how much personal time I will be spending on the net while I am away so this is the "Official" 'whoknowshowmuchfreakinbloggin'llgetdonewhileI'maway' Blog.

More than you've gotten lately... and I think the Booty-shakin' Axe man scared everyone to the point where the was a collective gasp of "WhatdafuckwasTHAT" from our collective little section of the blogosphere.

Need a refill on my coffee... because being the addict that I am until they make it legal [and SAFE] to mainline the stuff I gotta get all that I can internally, swirling my brain into that acceptably cafinated level.

Geek Alert

I swear after Fucking with Vista as much as I have lately... I am trying to figure out what it is exactly that has stopped me from fully swithing over to my mac as my main platform.

Next time I purchase a computer for my art purposes... I am just going to make teh commitment and fully switch. as it is, I already use alot of opensource software for everything I wanna do... I still can't give up Flash and Photoshop... Gimp just isn't refined enough yet for me to walk away from the tried and true Photoshop action.

Alright... I gotta go finish gettin' ready... see you guys on the flip side.

Rental cars, Training & my Masters Oh my!

I have been really busy as of late. Getting ready to go to training for work.
I am sure that no one really wants to hear me ramble about how moving over to the "Management" side of the fence is going. All I will say is... Sometimes I wonder how some people put their shoes on and know to tie them next with out someone there to tell them how it should be done.

All in all it is good. So I gotta pick up my rental car Sunday to head off for training. AND it looks like I will be working on my masters in "All that spare time" I have. on the company's dime as well... so does it get any sweeter than that? Not really a super exciting post... but I haven't had much time to play electronic catch-up with everyone... so I figured I would prove I was still alive.

Today is my dad's Birthday so we are gonna stop by and see him for awhile this afternoon.

Today The other half is on an all out Xmas shopping expedition with one of her friends.
So the Man-cub and I are doing the King-of-the-house thing. We have some running around to do and then The twins are coming over for the night. Probably some movie action and pizza or just a junk food smorgasbord.

Nothing extremely exciting I know, but it is what it is.

Like

and then I had to stop wearing Axe

I had to.... shit like this was always happening to me.... and to be honest the bathroom upstairs really can only take so much of me falling through it!

Bringing a Lil' Winterport to Hampden

I stood around this mornin' thinkin' to myself "Why is it exactly that my neighbors all Loooove Me?" Well if I'm honest I broke it down a little something like this:

"The weakest Link"

Generally speaking People (Read that last part as "All the Fucks that ain't us") tend to Surround themselves with people that make them look better at first glance.
Well the problem with that is you have people out there like me That fuck that theory all sortsa up for them.

Now let me just expand on that for a minute if I may. When someone chooses to surround themselves they try to grab someone of like characteristics and just try to "Shop slightly below" the image they themselves are trying to put off.... and in strolls me. One white bread walking dilemma of a neighbor showing up to frig up the resale values in middle-classurbia.

So crowded around there are those sorta people that groom their lawns right up till when the snow flies... I refer to them as "Those People" because I am NOT one of them. Now back to me...

I have been remodeling my house for like... Well since the minute I have owned it. It is a CONSTANT process. Now any one that knows me knows that I am WAY more in tune with the DEstruction part and the CONstruction part... uuum well, let's just say I haven't been as excited about THAT part. To be honest, I've accomplished more in the last 4 weeks than I have in the last 4 years... but I digress.

So back to the fucks that chose (or were forced by cruel fate when I moved in!) to live near me (I swear I think I deserve to be on ANY flier involving the neighborhood). I see them looking at my yard and shaking their heads (Yeah I'm talkin' about YOU Lounsbury!) As I wield the machete to get the boy on the bus in the morning. Hey, childhood is supposed to be an adventure and I'm Indiana Freakinjones. Anyway... As I have remodeled I have had a tendency to just pitch shit off my deck...
I know what your think "Fucking Class act" and I agree Whole heartedly. However the pile of debris that seems to be taking on a life of it's own... well it's even a bit much for my rednecky ass to put up with.
I have Half-ass tried to keep it between the rock wall and the car on blocks... but it has strayed a bit... in a few places. The neighbors have that look in their eyes like "We'll NEVER be able to sell... I know the market is down right now but living next to Bo-Bo the remodeling freak over there... well quite frankly dear I do believe we're fucked!"

In my heart of hearts I Almost feel for them.. but then I remember that we live in America... and I don't even need to take responsibility... I can Blame shift and with a guilt free wave of the Blame wand I skillfully plop the responsibility for the impromptu-formation-of-utter-turmoil-unleashed square onto the town of Hampden... that's right you heard me.
I mean c'mon... We used to be able to take Debris (of which my pile is completely constructed!) to the dump when ever the hell we felt like it (well, except Monday and Tuesday.. but I don't count those days anyway.) And then the HIGH and Mighty powers that control the friggin' trash heap decided that because of abuse by contractors (Yeah... so you Fucks aren't blameless in this whole charade either... and you know who you are you privilege abusin' pricks!) That they were going to limit it to two weekends a month... and it almost seems as if you are trying to break into fucking fort Knox if you try to slip some official debris into the dump on unofficial Debris days. I mean break out the gestapo action... they just need the uniforms. And for the love of all that is holy and good It isn't like the landfill here in Hampden is taking such a serious ass whooping because of Lil' ol me.

Any way... So that pile is growing and as I looked around this morning I thought "Wooooow... Looks like a little slice of backwoods west Winterport around here" ... and trust me when I tell you folks I should know. That thought made me smile because I realized every one around me used to just wish their yard looked better than the next guys and so on and so forth.... now all of them just wished my yard look as good as ANY of theirs... And there I go fucking up that curve.

So as I began to walk my grinning ass back to the house I thought Maybe I should take down the pool in my driveway... but then, Hell where are the kids gonna skate this year if I do?
So... if you look on Google maps and see some ramshackle stack of all-out-redneck next to the road here in Hampden... well you zoom right in real close like and I do believe you will see me giving the satellite the finger while mooning the Lounsbury's.

That is a Mighty fine shillelagh ya have there!

A shillelagh (Irish: sail éille, a cudgel with a strap), commonly pronounced /ʃɪˈleɪli/ "shi-LAY-lee" or "shi-LAY-la", IPA: [ɕaˈleːlə]) is a wooden club or cudgel, typically made from a stout knotty stick with a large knob on the end, that is associated with Ireland and Irish folklore.

Scotch & Cranium... a hell of a night

As always...

A night at the Jordan's was full of entertaining stories and fun mixed in with a little scotch (Which was at least 12 years old and Reeeeeeeeeeeeeally good).

The puppy was a cute addition to the crowd. I am still looking forward to getting inked up.

I really enjoy Game night!

Sorry such a short Blog but I am in "Tech Support" mode I am rebuilding Julie's Laptop and My Brothers Computer.... Never a dull moment.

I have only one thing left to say....

"Camouflage"