BUTTHOLE SURFERS: PEPPER

“that was pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain.

Walking doggy friend, who never runs at people or other dogs for that matter.

Skateboarder comes along.. No big deal right.

WOW….  SHIT GOT HAIRY REAL QUICK.

Apparently, this dog likes to eat skate boards. My immediate reaction of insane laughter probably didn’t help the scared 15 year old skater.

This dog is awesome.

One of my alltime favorite songs and videos.

Feast kids.

FLAMING LIPS: FIGHT TEST

Internship over.

Expect sleep, pot and blogging.

And for making Hikes, jah?

So that doggy friend? 

We stepped this shit up.

No bedroom rule though… That stays a hair free zone… I mean, it’s a month. That would be a lot of hair.

JOHN LENNON: OH, YOKO

Cause it’s quite a lot like that, ya know.

MR SHOW: PROBINGS

” Frankie got mad!!!”

The first entry into what will be a daily update for your soul… your sexy little soul.

Johnny Cash: God’s Gonna Cut You Down

Well, I sort of asked for it. I’ve been talking all kinds of smack about getting a dog in a few months, and wouldn’t you know it; Practice just slapped me upside the head.

A friend of mine is leaving town for a month, and lo and behold, I am now the proud walker-feeder-hanger out with a badass german shepard/labrador mix who also happens to be a really sweet dog.

The dogs apartment is like 45 seconds from mine, so though we won’t be living together, we will be playing a lot of x-box (the dog owns a 360) and smoking lots of tasty treats.

To be continued….

9th grade.

Video/Tv class.

Music video for Pearl Jam’s Jeremy.

I forget the overall concept, but there was fire involved, to which the school was none to thrilled. Think that was the end of my Jeremy video.

(Just remembered the shot. I had “Jeremy” stand on a snow pile and burn up a drawing that he made, which was in itself a drawing of Jeremy standing on top of a snow pile burning something. META before Meta was Meta bitches!)

Oh, to be 15 again, when wanting to create art was the motivation, as opposed to trying to sell art.

So my NY state drivers license expires in two months, and in the mail I recieved a sheet, where upon taking it to an eye glass store and doing the vision test and re-sending the sheet back to the DMV, my license is automatically renewed.

So here’s the pregunta kids;

Think I could do all that at a California eye-exam place? NY DMV cool with Cali eye tests?

Cause I need a license… I’ve got big plans… That involve driving.. Preferably with a license.

In my continuing quest to be random, I came upon a band tonight that I dig quite a bit.

Give’em a listen.

RIP SLYME ,yo. I don’t know what It means but I don’t think I care.

Shot some test footage today. A gargoyle telling a t-rex to fuck off.

Ray-Harry-Who? 

Yeah.. It’s like that.

In actuality, it is far from like that but it was fun, actually worked for once and is something I can see myself doing again in the near future.

Watch out America. I am now a 17 threat. (To be explained in a later blog)

Anyone catch the commercial for Mercenaries 2? It’s about 35 seconds long, and shows no in-game footage from as far as I can tell.

Oh, but that song!

This may be my favorite video game commercial ever, and not only that, I’ll probably buy the game now sight unseen.

If the game is half as fun as the commercial, fun should be ensuing. If not, we got beef, yo

In no order.

-That one dude from Shirt-Tales

-Rocket Raccoon

-Rocky Raccoon

-Oy (Close Enough)

-The one from Pochahantus (spelling mangled)

-Bitey

-The ones from Pom-Poko

And, Yes, Before you ask; Raccoons CAN use their nut-sacks as gliders. Nightwing cries himself to sleep at night due to this fact. Read a newspaper, people!

Who needs them?

Spider-Collectors… But other then that, fuck em’.

Too many legs to trust, na mean?

And I am America’s newest action hero.

But no so much as to inconvenience. More like just enough for me to be aware.

My head is a nazi… or at the very least, a nazi sympathizer.

So out at the DGA Vision-Fest shindig tonight, I got some really cool news.

BOBBY MOYNIHAN has been announced as the newest regular cast member of Saturday Night Live.

I know that dude… He is not only a really cool guy, but funny as FUCK to boot. I will now be tuning into SNL, or at the very least dvr’ing, ya heard?

My bottle says it has very low sodium.

I don’t care.

My bottle is proud, and doesn’t need to be. Dude, I’d drink you if you said,

“Very High Iron Ferrite”

It’s Diet Coke… We’re like THIS son.

Me: I’d like a pack of Marlboro lights please (for my boss).

(Lady then eyes me suspiciously for a few moments, then nods her head in some sort of self-approval.)

Lady: Okay. I don’t have to I.D you, because you have grey hairs in your beard.

(Me, unaware of said grey hairs thanks the woman, pays and then heads to car to stare at beard in rearview mirror for 12 minutes.)

Thanks lady. Next time I come in I’ll be sure to point out your mustache, which while not greying is quite substantial…

African American homeless gentlemen to a 12 year old me while on a school trip to Washington D.C. Said gentlemen looked eerily like the late great ODB, and was holding a photo of William Shatner, trying to sell said photo

“Star Trak; Cmon, you KNOW you white bastards love Star Trak!”

He also had a photo of Biggie Smalls, to which he spouted,

“Biggie.. Living in Cuba, with Tupac”

I miss that guy.

So I have an alarm clock I set the night before work, when I have work to do.

I wake up a good hour before it , and then sit in my living room while it blares fucking bird noises and rain-forests and the like, and for some reason do NOTHING about it.

I think it autoturns off after an hour. All I know is that I leave for work with that damn thing on almost every day.

Moral of the story: Why do I even bother using the alarm?

So the other day I tuned into the bronze medal finals of Womens Wrestling on MSNBC (I forget the weight class.) It was America vs. Canada.

AND IT TOOK ME 40 MINUTES TO REALIZE THEY WERE WOMEN!!!

womens wrestling

Here is the loser, Martine Dugrenier of Canada. And she looks like more of a man then I do.

You know how olympic athletes, while not neccessarily “good looking ” are physically fit enough to be attractive? 

Apparently that has it’s limits.

Freddy aint got shit, g. 

This is a coconut crab. I just got tipped to this little (hardly) mon-fucking-strocity. Just another reaffirming moment in the continuous chain of reasons I hate the ocean.

Coconut Crabs: Know the enemy.

Read up…Cause the only way we’ll defeat these fuckers is to BE these fuckers.