Wait Gane

I have embarked on a journey. A journey that will no doubt have it's obstacles and hardships. It will test my endurance, strength, determination and push my limits to their extremes. I'll lose many a blood, sweet and tear while I pursue my destiny to greatness, but that will not deter me from my ultimate goal. Let no man stand in my way, for I will banish them to Camden, New Jersey where they will never be heard from hence forth. My sights are laser locked on their target, ready to fire on command. I have an air strike of glory, that no one can redirect. A shining sword of perseverance that cannot and will not be deflected. My heart beats only to the sound of victory and I shall not fail!

Now look at this pretty bunny!

When The Clouds Touch The Earth

Usually Tuesdays are nothing special, unless you want a discount on Mexican food, but today I can feel the electricity in the air. Nothing inspires me more then the weather. Weather is my muse. Whenever I attempt to write any music in conditions like this, I just get the best vibes. The hair stands up on my neck and arms, as if the universe is trying to get my attention. I took some pictures outside right now that just kind of sum up my feelings at the moment.

Fast Times At Osborn and Grand

Another typical weekend has quickly passed and here I sit tethered to my desk again. Here's a quick rundown of the things I did in the past couple days-

Friday - Left work so fast that the paint melted on my car. Bought Beer. Drank Beer. Released Beer. Slept.

Saturday - Woke up relieved it was Saturday, after I had a nightmare that it was Monday. Went to studio. Killed it. Made panties drop. Bought Beer. Drank Beer. Released Beer. Slept on floor at someone's else house.

Sunday - Left floor. Gave Mom card with Snoopy on it. Went to studio. Killed it harder. Made more panties drop. Bought Beer. Drank Beer. Rinsed and Repeated.

So there ya go. I'm a simple man, with simple needs. Here are some pictures I took in the studio of some of guys reluctantly.
Ricky, dig the Christmas Lights?

Stan and Kevin is back there somewhere hiding from all the skill on the other side.

Korea

Sigh, it's Thursday. Thursday is such a tease. Just dangling that carrot in front of your face. Na na na, it's not quite Friday yet, na na na. At least Wednesday knows where it stands. I can relate with Wednesday. It doesn't try to be anything but the middle of the week.So, I'm at work right now staring at two flat screen monitors so hard that my eyes are crying for mercy.Here's a photo of me not caring about work -

Everyone by now knows I hate working in offices, so I've determined that I want to be a television wildlife expert. The catch is though, I won't actually move to some foreign land, playing hopscotch with monkeys. Instead I'll work in Scottsdale.Yesterday, during a break, I was keeping it real in my office parking lot, when this sucker peeked his or her pretty little head out -

It's a fox squirrel. I can just set up a camera and film squrrils in company parking structures. I'll have an indistinguable foreign accent, a black jumpsuit...and I'll have an eye patch, because that's badass. Oh yea oh yea and a bandolier too. I'll have a sidekick as well. Like a hunchback or something like that. It'll be pretty killer. I'll call it Urban Squirrel Hunters. The best clips of Squirrils you've never seen in Scottsdale. Here's the first photo tell me what you think.

Can you see it? No? Oh that's because I need more megapixels in my phone first.But still!! It's a work in progress jerks!As for Korea. Fuck Korea.

Marlboro Man

Feeling frisky yesterday after receiving a decent amount of cash money, I decided for no reason to purchase a pack of Marlboro 100's.



This of course after knocking back a Miller Genuine Draft. I've never felt more country. I was thinking about buying a zebra striped cowboy hat as well, but I settled for a pair of assless chaps instead.No worries though, I didn't buy the pack to smoke on a consistant basis. I bought it to see how many I could stick in my mouth and light at the same times. That experiment turned out to be a failure, when I realized that it's a fucking stupid idea.

Have you ever seen those people who have the oxygen tank and tubes strapped to them? Have you ever seen these people smoking as well? I have. Seems kind of counter productive, right? I'm sure the medical bills to pay for the equipment rentals are astronomical, not to mention the countless doctor visits and treatments they go through to keep them alive. I'm not saying they shouldn't smoke, I'm just saying pick one.

(hopefully I didn't offend anyone)

In continuing with my pattern of misfortune, I received some disappointing news today about a possible new venture. Over time I lost interest in the opportunity anyway, but it's still a huge blow to my testicular region. I worked pretty damn diligently to get this place to throw me a bone, but of course all I received was false rhetoric and hope. I hate to sound so bitter about this. I really consider myself an cynical optimist. It's Friday though, so nothing can bring me down. After I leave work I'm gonna kick the tires and light the fire, baby.