Thanks
Seriously?
Brave New Wreck
Lame
Drawing dump, new plans
New drawings from a recent vacation in canada in sketchbook. Here’s one of ‘em: Frankenstein’s Monster.
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Some of my friends have gotten into home-brewing. It’s pretty awesome. This batch is divided into two beers, was bottled last weekend and will be ready for tasting this coming Saturday. They are titled “The Country Gentleman” and “S.O.G. (Super Original Great)”. Here are the labels I made for them.
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So I’ve decided to go ahead and become a notary public. I feel this is the kind of responsibility I was born to shoulder. It’s pretty simple. In Michigan the only eligibility requirements are age (must be over 18) and language proficiency (The King’s Language of English). There is one caveat that I haven’t been able to get my head around though. You have to have a Surety Bond for $10,000 which, for 6 years, will run me about 60 bucks. Ad the two processing fees of 10 each and the notary seal stamp I’m going to have made this is close to a hundred bucks.
I also really want two KEY-BAKs, one fitted with a pen and the other with my stamp. I’ll be so action ready it will make passerby fall over.
In short I don’t have enough money to do this right now. At all. Rent and food are higher priority. This can be a long term goal.
[notary public application » PDF] [notary » wikipediea]
Presenting The Bee Man of Orn
I’m very proud to present something that will doubtless make 0 sense to any of you. Maybe I can give you alittle info buffer, so you wont think it’s just completely random…
The name of this is, as you probably already guessed, The Bee man of Orn vs Modern Society. It’s a grand epic of massive proportion. If any of you are like me, you probably dug on the book that inspired this ridiculousness: The Bee Man of Orn (original). This is kind of a reboot, but in actuality has little to no resemblance to it’s predecessor. This story only follows (very loosely) the cannon of the book: hero is a hermit, hero meets with intellectual and is told to find himself out in the world, hero meets characters and sees sights that show him the nature of the world, hero decides he likes being a hermit. Mine’s pretty… different. Enjoy.
I’m posting it here for now, but it’s place in the site will be the Design page, as soon as I have it up.
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I’ve also started a sticky with most recent gallery additions. ?. This post will stay at the top, but change to the most recent thing up in the Art or Design sections. We’ll see how it works.
[credit goes to wp-sticky]
Buh?
Fever.
I have a fever. I’m walking in a desert. Vultures trace satellite rings around my head.
Hotter than a sweatshop in july.
Look a handy escape-craft!
Jump onto a gusting boat, sailing over waves of sand, a sycophant illusion, delusion in ice cream form.
Buh?
Mutanagenic Slime and Weekend Plans
I’m leaving for the next few days. Up north with various friends. Tim’s cottage is apparently complete with jet skies. I’m excited.
I’ve come across some exceedingly strange pictures today, and I’m going to be interspersing them throughout this post. All of them are legitamate.
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Tom Robbins is my favorite author. You don’t as much read his books, as you become drunk in them. His phrasing and illuminating vocabulary leaves me wobbly-legged and dizzy. After finishing Fierce Invalids, my personal favorite, I passed out for like 3 hours dude omg.
I bought you a copy of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues online Tim, in appreciation of the use of your cottage this weekend. So dont pick up a copy for our gay little bookclub. It should arrive next week.
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The computer tech at Doner is a wild man. He has a bushy beard, rides a Honda motorcycle, smokes a pack a day and is severely paranoid. He’s also damn good with computers. It’s always interesting getting in conversations with him about the governments supposed role in watching and recording various information about our lives, and the wrongs they’ve allegedly performed. The conspiracy theorist and The Man-hater within me eats it up.
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The open source community is simultaneously awesome and stupid. Morons expect ridiculous amounts of work from devs and refuse to listen to them when they (somewhat) patiently explain why the idea the moron posted about is not only inviable or low priority, but more often than not just a stupid bad awful idea. Some of the best, most stable software in the world is open source, but their job ticket trak pages are full of st00pid dj0rks h00 ju57 
want what they want, and they want it now, and without any manners thank you very much. It’s free. You aren’t owed anything by the devs, they do it out of the kindness of their hearts, to give back to the community that everybody benefits from. [example]
By the way, this last picture is kind of hard to make out from the thumbnail. It’s a Burmese Python, that fought and killed a large alligator, then attempted to swollow it whole. And exploded. In Florida. [source]
The Black T-shirt.
The Black T-shirt is how we give the finger to The Man. It’s the fashion equivalent of not buying from Wall-mart. We wear the black t-shirt to remind The Man that government should always fear the populace that it represents (thank you V).
Right now, I have five black tshirts. Only three of them are worth wearing in my opinion. I think I’m going to buy a package containing no less than 5 additional shirts.
With this many shirts ‘under my belt,’ I’ll be ready for any amount of action I may find myself in.
In conclusion. There is nothing more badass than wearing a Black T-shirt. Wear one you stupid sheep. Follow me!