Check out Pic Collage. I made the chihuahua into a psychedelic Valentine nightmare, but I’m sure you could do more constructive shots.
In the end it’s about having a good time with it, and I just wrote my third muthafucking entry for this week. Phew!
Category: One Photo At A Time
Oh Jeezz…
Boring Life
I already posted this on Facebook, but I created it with this blog in mind. It’s a minuscule tip-of-the-cap to Casey Neistat. Plus it kept me present making me photograph at every occasion I had. I kept forgetting, but somehow I was constantly brought back to memory of intention.
Maybe I don’t need to be just a yoga teacher. Maybe I can still dedicate some of my energy to yoga and photography. With any luck they’ll both take me places into the world and out onto adventures!
Badass Quote Of The Week
Exactly how bored desperate uncreative do I have to be to photograph my Polly Pocket Yoda just to have an entry so I don’t lose five dollars this week.
I’ve sunk low…
Fuck it, my 5 bucks, right?
Married Life (Part 1)
The Svendsens. Married since July 6, 2012
Nothing says “I love our time together” more like a man watching the ESPN’s Heisman Trophy Award Dinner while his lovely wife sits by him waiting for her overdue highlights to process.
Hey, it’s Saturday night. Let’s break out the string cheese, and wash it down with some Crown Royal/Coke Zero mixer all night long! Good ol’ fashioned American fun I say.
Today we’re adding a new kind of entry to the fekakta which is this blog.
I wouldn’t mind being married at least once in my life, but truth be told, I revel in my bachelorhood status. And no, I will not babysit for you. You’ve had your fun “making” them, now live with the consequences of your choices pal!
Therefore I leave it to these courageous folks to test out in what is in my personal opinion a rather outdated institution albeit much coveted, and teach me what true love really means! HA!
Happy Anniversary To My Parents!
… 20 years and counting!
SEX AND SILENCE
Photo of the Week
For some cockamamie reason every once in a great while my lip tends to blow up into a plastic surgical nightmare. There’s so physical explanation for it, so lately I’ve chucked it up to a stress related phenomena.
Why am I sharing this tid bit of information with you?
BECAUSE I’M RUNNING OUT OF TOPICS TO WRITE ABOUT, THAT’S WHY!
Did you really think I give a shit about sharing my personal foibles??
Actually I do…
Badass Quote Of The Week (Abraham Lincoln)
POTD: Harold & The Kisses
Since I’ve started this new job, I only get to see my parents on Sunday. Some may say that’s a really good thing, but I do miss them terribly.
My mom’s an aficionado of terrible B movies, and once again last night she didn’t disappoint. Since she rules the roost when it comes to just about everything the remote control, we were subjected to watching another Rebecca DeMornay classic, “Mother’s Day”.
Two hours of slash, stab, shoot, burn, torture, tying with Saran Wrap and… oh what the hell, let’s stab ’em once again just in case.
It is in times like these when I turn around and catch Harold gripping on his favorite “brotha from another mutha”, The Kisses.
They say that the more you live with an animal the more you start looking alike.
Begs the question: Orchid? Where you hidin’ your shrimp tail missyhoohoo?
(And that’s my 5th blog entry in one week. I’m happy to announce that the NOFM ain’t gettin’ my five bucks this week! So SUCK IT!)
Adventures In Strangeland 