11/30/09

Seppuku n' Puputan

5 more days


“All the world is not, of course, a stage, but the crucial ways in which it isn’t are not easy to specify”
-Erving Goffman

being able to taste freedom makes me wicked sentimental and cuddly.

sorry about this:

kevin whitrick

11/29/09

i believe in jim jones

sophun i'm writing a 2500 word paper on why i think mass suicide should be considered performance art.

5 and a half more days of pure shit. i can almost taste the shlopp binge.

hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate

p.s. bowds is a real peach:

11/26/09

i just fainted

and once again, i fucking hate living here

11/25/09

your kerning is shit but your juggs is greeeat!



DEAL
WITH
THIS
p.s. ye big on skate vids gnarly dudes get me off etc, this is sick

Wizard Smoke from Salazar on Vimeo.


good song:


fuck school.


11/24/09

here you go justin you fucking selfish monkey
at our wedding in 14 years i'm kneeing you in your nutties

11/23/09

there are approximately fifty things that piss me off about living in this house

11/20/09

olfactory

hickeys sent me a fucking mini theremin the fucking genius. opening the thing gave me flashbacks of wicked giddiness seeing pink through wrapping paper at christmas when i was 6. was playing with it well into the evening, will post the outcome shortly. 
on work front, check out my eyeball:


this baby is gonna be the cover of my thesis halfway process book, which is due on Wednesday. Also due this week are final type books, and that dumb fucking promotional pamphlet piece of shit for digimon print. week after that is presentation on my violence in performance paper which i've yet to write, shit exam on bullshit, and final video and sonic project. i'm not sure why i'm only about 2 out of 10 stressed out, but it's nice. think i might go out tonight

p.s. holy fuck:



p.p.s. Temples of Boom
it's weird how my day hasn't even started yet and it's already been rad as fuck. had THE BEST sleep-in then biked to school in record 11 minutes bumped into jayballs, chris heller, michael michael chapman, circa and logan for brief giggles had dumb class got HUGE awesome rumor about my own thesis made michelle friend got baked made jared friend had hazy street chat jballs rode home in record 28 minutes and i still have 17 more fun things to do today. including ripping open a fresh pack of smokes and drinking a litre of juice. and seeing seasalt. 

p.s. lazy detective taught me that regan reads this thing, which makes me think a lot about being out west. how about May we do a huge cross canada fucking face plop? rent some bikes and eat only shit through the prairies. also package

sarain and i just had a full blown conversation while me in the basement and her two floors up 

11/19/09

bubblons means tits too

i'm a fucking flop. had three books to design today. neg on all of them. instead, this:


i'm more and more confident in not wanting to be a graphic designer. 

dickey had to abort his surprise trip into town. i'm so friggin thirsty. he just told me another package is on it's way. receiving shit in the mail is my favourite shit

p.s. let's launch back to this for a moment shall we?


11/18/09

shot by korn

just had my first ever spout of rage at some condescending commentary about typography. i'm fuckin bottom of the barrel slim pickins when it comes to confidence in laying out legibility, and still, you pop the word "dull" at me on the subject and i'm listing the shit boring zombie tron you do with your everyday. revenge is a weirdo

p.s. whatever








best for last


oh yeah, big on mix mash-up salads

purple drink

GORE GONE ZOLA

had the SICKEST dreams last night

started off with a little vacation on some gnarly island off the coast of south africa. had a blast then needed to take a bus to sketchy airport, the bus drove along this skinny as shit strip of land between my and another island, ride cost fifty bones but lady driver was real nice. then i took part in some lab experiments trying to come up with the perfect concoction to shrink humans, but we kept fucking up and just shrank our limbs. turns out we weren't allowed in the lab so had to hide from countless security guards. at one point some girl and i were wrapped in a shower curtain in a bathtub scared shitless of being snagged. then some shrunken dudes came out of the faucet. then i was on a beach staring at the sun, which suddenly got fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGE, then disappeared, then reappeared in the east, then disappeared, then gravity got wonky and i figured out that the earth was spinning around faster and faster towards the sun. people were losing their shit but i was down, then as i was reaching out to touch the fucking thing, i woke up.

11/17/09

walking outside is so lord of the rings

weekend in mtl. sooooooooooooooooooo gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. arrived drunk. 8 billion bus-ons. 5 trillion butt-fits. 120 hours of butt canoodling. friday danced and drank for our fucking lives, jesse moon came out which was rad. saturday lazed till 1ish, ate delish brekkast, hit up Expozine and peeped soooo much good shit. danced at some jig and met up with bonnie from the old days, then blizarts. more drunk. sunday brunch at jeremy's work, wandered the streets and played pool at what's it called with bluegrass. drinks. was a bummer to leave, i wanna live there meow.
two solid orgy dreams
ate 5 cloves of raw garlic today. wanna date?