In times recent, this place was a place for my 365 Project. Now, it's a venue for news or any other communiqué that hits my fancy to share. Might be comedic writing of pulitzer prize quality, or possibly bitching the likes that only emo brats from suburbia, who have no real concept of hardship, could contrive. Come in and stay awhile...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Day 263: A shitty shot, I admit
Y'all know of my major irritation at shitty parking jobs. Well, usually there isn't anyone in the car as I snap it, but this wasn't one of the usual cases. Trying to snap it and not look obvious, I somehow fucked this shot up. Classy Andy, Classy.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Day 262: Can You Guess...
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Day 260: Really? REALLY?!?!
We all are lazy at some point or another. The addition of a "snooze" button on alarm clocks should be a very obvious reminder of how lazy we have collectively become as a society. Sure, some people still rise with the cock (rooster you sickos)
or sunrise, but most of us Americanos know the snooze button better than we know our own genitalia, chronic masturbaters an exception to this rule, of course. Even then...
I'm even beginning to be desensitized to the large amounts of trash adorning mother nature. Sure, it still pisses me off at the lack of respect to this wonderful planet we are systemically destroying, but when driving along on my way to work/school, I can't stop and pick up every piece of trash I see.
Pulling through the drive-up ATM the other day, I saw this; garbage resting on the bricks framing the ATM. It evoked a classic Andy response; "really? REALLY?!" Were it not for that automagic response, I might have been speechless.
or sunrise, but most of us Americanos know the snooze button better than we know our own genitalia, chronic masturbaters an exception to this rule, of course. Even then...
I'm even beginning to be desensitized to the large amounts of trash adorning mother nature. Sure, it still pisses me off at the lack of respect to this wonderful planet we are systemically destroying, but when driving along on my way to work/school, I can't stop and pick up every piece of trash I see.
Pulling through the drive-up ATM the other day, I saw this; garbage resting on the bricks framing the ATM. It evoked a classic Andy response; "really? REALLY?!" Were it not for that automagic response, I might have been speechless.
Day 259: Back Up In Ya' Ahss....
How many of you have spiraled into insanity when this fucker would run out of ink? Happened to me that (last) Wednesday evening. Fantasies of Office Space ran through my mind and I even adopted an Indian (dot, not feather) accent when I began spitting off some lyrics from a particular Geto Boys song.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Day 257: It has bacon on it too!!
Day 255: Shitty Pic
Day 254: A Little Nurthe
Day 253: My Ole' Zippo
This zippo helped me nab many a numbers in the day. Often, I'd find myself offering a beautiful young lady, who smoked unfortunately, a light. While not wanting to encourage smoking, it was often a good ice breaker, and, like mentioned earlier, helped me nab a few numbers.
Not that getting numbers was the sole purpose for having the lighter. For some years I'd just keep one for camping trips, and then it became habit. It was also something I could occupy my hands with when otherwise I couldn't stop fidgeting.
Not that getting numbers was the sole purpose for having the lighter. For some years I'd just keep one for camping trips, and then it became habit. It was also something I could occupy my hands with when otherwise I couldn't stop fidgeting.
Day 252: Scribblins....
Catching up on nearly two weeks worth of photo-blogging sucks donkey balls. Worse yet is when you feel such an intense desire to be in the mood to do it, but fail so epically in finding motivation that you just can't bring yourself to do it.
There may or may not be storm clouds hanging around my head right now, but I wouldn't know. I'm in too intense a funk at the exact moment in time. I really have no idea how my fingers are able to move at this time, as I could imagine myself sitting in the cold aware of freezing to death, watching a forest fire uncaring that there may be pain and suffering within, or know that others might be experiencing harder times than I am - and there are many that are, I'm sure - but know that I don't care, at least not right now.
First and foremost, this pic is a throwback to better days of sharing classes with a beloved friend of mine. We'd sit and draw pictures - usually stick figures - to vent our frustrations. How indicative they really were of problems that were really going on in our lives is debatable, but even in serious cases we'd nearly piss ourselves laughing in class. On more than a few occasions did an instructor give us the stink eye.
Better days indeed....
There may or may not be storm clouds hanging around my head right now, but I wouldn't know. I'm in too intense a funk at the exact moment in time. I really have no idea how my fingers are able to move at this time, as I could imagine myself sitting in the cold aware of freezing to death, watching a forest fire uncaring that there may be pain and suffering within, or know that others might be experiencing harder times than I am - and there are many that are, I'm sure - but know that I don't care, at least not right now.
First and foremost, this pic is a throwback to better days of sharing classes with a beloved friend of mine. We'd sit and draw pictures - usually stick figures - to vent our frustrations. How indicative they really were of problems that were really going on in our lives is debatable, but even in serious cases we'd nearly piss ourselves laughing in class. On more than a few occasions did an instructor give us the stink eye.
Better days indeed....
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Day 251: Wash, Wash, Wash...
Day 250: Daddy, Drop A Deuce!
You read that right, the blog title I mean. A week has passed since my father went into the hospital to have a little colon surgification done, and he's still there. What's holding him up? He's required to have a bowel movement prior to being discharged. In layman's terms: he don't shit, he don't go home. And believe me, the dude wants to drop a major load. The pressure's there and it's building. Scares me to think that there is a chance that they may have to evacuate the 7 North (if not the entire floor) when he finally does, because after all this time I'm sure it's like "RELEASING THE KRAKEN!!"
I really am fearful for the place. I grew up with this man setting a very putrid example of how atrociously shits are supposed to smell, though my aren't too shabby either. We often joked that he could make linoleum peel back; possibly even brick.
I really am fearful for the place. I grew up with this man setting a very putrid example of how atrociously shits are supposed to smell, though my aren't too shabby either. We often joked that he could make linoleum peel back; possibly even brick.
Day 249: Study View...
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Day 248: Yeah, I did it! All surprised don't act! Crazy I am!
Yeah, Rob might be a little irritated that I did this to his Yoda plush, but at least Yoda isn't touching my private regions like he was in another pic. That was some hardcore Jedi on sweaty, vinegar - scented, testicular action. Makes me wonder if fruit flies have started to gather around Yoda's face.
Why I love to give Rob so much shit is open to debate. Frankly, I give a lot of people shit, but Rob more so than most. I look at him and I see an intelligent and awesome mofo (aside from him not having seen "Mister Mom" and knowing who "David Prowse" is). Yet...I can't not lay it down on this man.
It's been that way for years too, and I know I'm not alone in this. Teetoe (Tha D or Darius) for those of y'all who know him better has also generously dished out the shit for years and years. Rob's buddy Andy (not me) has also been known to dish it out like Rob was his adopted, red-headed stepchild. Others, I'm sure, would proudly say that they've nearly pushed Rob over the edge, and yet the kid (Rob) keeps bouncing back, answers with what he perceives as vigor, then realizes we couldn't hear him from all the way down there without his loud speaker. When you're that short, all your words become muffled.
In all seriousness, the dude's great. He and I share many of the same interests, Star Wars being chief among them, though I doubt he's ballsy enough to rock Yoda on his body. Sure, he's got a Boba Fatt or some gay name or something on his shoulder. Might be the logo for a Coruscanti Gay Pride Club for all I know.
Now, to get his ass to San Diego Comic Con before his organs fail on me.
Why I love to give Rob so much shit is open to debate. Frankly, I give a lot of people shit, but Rob more so than most. I look at him and I see an intelligent and awesome mofo (aside from him not having seen "Mister Mom" and knowing who "David Prowse" is). Yet...I can't not lay it down on this man.
It's been that way for years too, and I know I'm not alone in this. Teetoe (Tha D or Darius) for those of y'all who know him better has also generously dished out the shit for years and years. Rob's buddy Andy (not me) has also been known to dish it out like Rob was his adopted, red-headed stepchild. Others, I'm sure, would proudly say that they've nearly pushed Rob over the edge, and yet the kid (Rob) keeps bouncing back, answers with what he perceives as vigor, then realizes we couldn't hear him from all the way down there without his loud speaker. When you're that short, all your words become muffled.
In all seriousness, the dude's great. He and I share many of the same interests, Star Wars being chief among them, though I doubt he's ballsy enough to rock Yoda on his body. Sure, he's got a Boba Fatt or some gay name or something on his shoulder. Might be the logo for a Coruscanti Gay Pride Club for all I know.
Now, to get his ass to San Diego Comic Con before his organs fail on me.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Day 247: This One's For Teetoe
デイジーベルによって植え
まだ私は多くを共有するためにあこがれています
かすめるお父さんが一日植え
コーラス:
美しいデイジーベル
時にはそれが伝えるのは難しい
私はあなたと恋に期待して、ハーフクレイジーだ
デイジー、デイジーは私に何にあなたの心を与える
私は馬車を買う余裕はない
それは、スタイリッシュな結婚ができなくなります
私たちは、男性と妻としてタンデムを行く
私の心の中に花がある
彼女は私を愛したり、私をない愛するかどうか
私と私のデイジーベル
人生の道を我々の方法を売り歩く
しかし、あなたは通りによって魅力的に見える
デイジー、デイジー
デイジー、デイジー
美しいデイジーベル
私は摩耗にあなたを支持またはよくデイジー、デイジーでしょう
それらの氷の明るいライトがあります。
道路と我々は両方する場合
スウィートリトルデイジーベルは、あなたは、私たちが取る各旅行でリードを取るよ
繰り返しコーラス(X2)
男性だけでなく、羊をしてください
しかし、あなたは通りによって魅力的に見える
二人乗り用自転車について
二人乗り用自転車について
あなたは、私たちはあなたが知ってリッピングしてみますベルなります
と私はドロップアウトした場合、私はここには美しいデイジーベルで飲み物だと言うだろう
コーラスをリピート
二人乗り用自転車について
二人乗り用自転車について
二人、二人、二人、二人
Day 246: Inviting, isn't it?
Day 245: All Is Right On My Desk
Any of my OG classmates should be well accustomed to my...CDO ten - dencies. Know what CDO means? It's "OCD" written the way it should be: ALPHA-FUCKING-BETICAL!! YEEEEEUH!
In class Wednesday morning I had to laugh at myself; still unable to find that comfort zone when something wasn't in an appropriately laid out spot. Pen turned the wrong way? It was repositioned. Notebook not flush with the edge of the table? It would be soon enough. Everything at specific angles and so on. Even the front logo/label of my water bottle is pointing directly at me, which is more thank cool. I just can't rest until everything is positioned just so.
Of course, even finding comfort in this, I found myself thinking fondly of my partners in crime - former partners in crime. One in particular would tease me at great length by moving a pen out of sync, turning a folder at an odd angle, or turning my water bottle around. Major no-no, but I loved her so I couldn't hate her. Hell, I found my weirdness as funny as she probably did. And I loved her - them - intensely.
Even when one of them stole my Sniffle Spray, which resulted in me making a very late night trip to buy more (because I can't be okay with a cheaper brand), I had to love her still. Nothing but love.
She knows who she is ;) There's more than one, but the prime lady ending with the suffix of "-AY" knows. Oh, and one final pic for fun. Can you tell me what's wrong with it? What's seriously wrong with it?
Day 244: Sneak Photos
Every so often, I look somewhere and have evil thoughts. For example, one of the two people in this pic is someone whom I fantasize about punching in the face. Not just a simple boxer jab either. I'm talking a straight out of Mortal Kombat flying through the air Raiden style wallop. Then I'd finish him off with a Spinning Zangief Pile-Driver! Enough said....for legal reasons.
Day 243: Ghetto Fabulous!
Day 242: Good Eats...Sorta
Not that I'm a person that often considers fast food as truly "good eats," but every so often something hits that palate just right. In this case, it's the Philly Steak and Cheese from Subway. At $8 it had better freaking hit the damn spot, but rest easy my loves, it did. Hit it just right that I ended up getting it the next day too. Sad, I know.
In case you were wondering my set up: Monterey Cheddar bread, provologne, shredded cheddar, a spot of ranch, even less sweet onion sauce, a few jalapeńos, and more than a few banana peppers. Devastating I tell you...devastating.
In case you were wondering my set up: Monterey Cheddar bread, provologne, shredded cheddar, a spot of ranch, even less sweet onion sauce, a few jalapeńos, and more than a few banana peppers. Devastating I tell you...devastating.
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