At times like this, I'm glad I don't have a television.

Overlooking the Gibbon River from the Norris Geyser Basin. Yellowstone.

Almost done!





This has been the last major project I’ve been working on before my moving elsewhere. This will be where I’ll stay when I come back to visit.

Father/son building projects and high school wood shop classes were absent in my childhood, so it’s been a wonderful learning experience for me in the realm of woodworking. It hasn’t cost me anything and I’ve always wanted a treehouse!

Living high up, out on a limb and being rocked to sleep by the wind is the best. An escape from earthbound perspective, a return to arboreal roots. Someday I hope to reproduce this on a better scale on a better location with better materials in a better tree.

Painted at the western-themed Ponderosa Steakhouse, my granddad's favorite place to eat. Blech!

Coverage is inconsistent because I could hardly see what I was doing.

My mom's feet. D:

Brilliant. Witty. Thought-provoking.

http://www.erwinolaf.com/

I won the lotto and you're all getting 50 bucks.

But not really.

Been working overtime to cover a coworker who quit to receive more federal welfare assistance.

Fuck this plaaaace.

A long-time friend of the family had a mental breakdown and was diagnosed a schizophrenic. My mom thinks she has MPD. Haha. Anyone else think that disorder is bullcrap? Anyway, we've been helping take care of her and tell her the police are not in the basement until her drug dosage is lowered, too.

I'm feeling less crazy every day myself. I think I'm finally able to turn my neurotic brain off and quit worrying about stuff again. Like a normal person. Work in progress.

My dad tried setting me up with this hot ski bum from Colorado, but I think he's just after her mom. Hah! Trying to make more contacts out west hasn't been easy. I don't know how to meet people! Muhshee, can I crash at your place for a while? I promise I won't piss the bed.

I've been pondering this since Charlie's character died:

( The identity of the mysterious Jacob revealed! )

Drops of freezing rain (hail) sliding down my window last night.

Yesterday morning a thirty-pound male bobcat crossed our back yard while my dog and I were in the middle of doing our morning pee ritual. I barely had time to zip up before she darted off at what I thought was at first a baby coyote. Luckily I was able to tackle her and prevent an inevitable bloodbath.

Valravn is yummy. Like Hedningarna meets Björk

. I wish I knew Danish...

I should redo this in a more visible place.

madmarty, consider this your special gift.

...Yeah. You know where this is headed. Directly above the titty bar, too. Perfect!

I should really be focused on other things. Poop.

Yeah, I know—I'll have to get a more appropriate picture of this when grass is showing and it's not -7°C.

Awesome documentary. Well-deserved Oscar win. :)

Imagine creating a structure that somebody literally fell in love with. Every work of art we don't create is another lonely objectum sexual. We owe to them!

...This makes me feel less alone with my attraction to bicycles.

Time to wash dishes. I think.

Going to start doing some web editing, writing, shooting, reporting, and whatever else for this news program a buddy of mine operates while working my other job. Git more dollahs, y0.

I can work whenever and from wherever, but the Wolverine/Van Buren sideburns I've been working on have gotta go. :( Fair trade off, I suppose.

6°C. It's bike time. :D

Sundays are the best. Everyone's watching football at home or at church.



I think a bird or cat or something should be perched on the yellow line.

Not that I had any part in this or anything...

I'm not quite done reading this book, but I can't hold from plugging it now. The author, Norah Vincent, shares her experiences from living, working, and dating as Ned, a man, for an entire year. Far beyond drag reality TV shows with similar premises solely for entertainment, it's a deep sociological study. Vincent eagerly explores the the prejudice, dishonesty, credence, pain, comfort, and expectation that the sexes exchange among themselves and between each other, and in a very objective and fair approach, too. I don't think many journalists like her exist.


And I must say, not very many people make for both an attractive babe and dude, either:

Hey. The first five cats to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

Some restrictions and limitations apply:
- I can't promise that you'll enjoy what I'll make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year.
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure! I'll spare you the disaster of my cooking, though.
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange (like you'd expect otherwise).

Act now while supplies last. Applicants must submit this game to their own journal to win. No purchase necessary. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars. I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Ms. Lewinsky.

Cool idea, huh? I want to have more of my friends' creations, man! And a little extra motivation never hurts anybody.

Imagine if vertical wind turbines were installed on light posts along motor ways or even suspended horizontally over highways. Wind from speeding vehicles would spin them like crazy, further utilizing our fuel.

Maybe. Would it be very efficient? I imagine that would create many maintenance and safety issues, too... "Look, a shiny thing!" *CRASH*