the Monkees are an inspiration to us all.

Whoa, back up! An awesome dude is entering the room.

You know he's cool because he's piloted by a tiny kitten! What a stylish cap, little kitty!


that kitten wears the little cap because he's a huge Michael Nesmith fan.

batman+cloud

I have a lot of pets. All of them are cute (excluding the fish). But Batman, my Chinchilla, is the cutest of all. She's as soft as a cloud, too.


takes one to know one.

In defense of ABBA.

Open your eyes and look around! It's a new world!

Just one day after revamping my process blog, A Day in the Life gets a face lift too!

And here's a fun fact! I redid the whole thing while listening to a constant loop of ABBA for some reason. Take a Chance On Me is so damn catchy! Also, is it just me, or does S.O.S. sound EXACTLY like Madonna's Like a Prayer?

So in conclusion : Please Harmonix, throw some ABBA tracks in Rock Band.

...I mean, enjoy the new slick look.

it's not easy being me.

The other day I was reflecting on stuff. I reflected upon what makes me who I am.

...here is what I decided (in convenient list form).
• Chin. I have one that is square and sticks out far.
• Facial hair. I have it, and there's a patch of hair missing from the corner of my square chin, due mainly to stress and nerves.
• Messy hair swept to one side. Because that's how my hair is.
• Glasses. I wear them, and once Lindsay made me try on her contacts. It was a bad idea and ruined me on the idea of contacts forever.
• Bandana. I wear many. One at a time, though.
• Mouth that hangs open. Maybe it's my heavy jaw, but I often find myself staring slack-jawed. Lindsay usually reminds me by saying "do you want me to throw popcorn in there?"

And that's what makes me, me! Here it is again in picture form.


it's true. i have a hard time not being slack-jawed.

gently brush up against the vote!

he's a candidate for the political party you like the least.

In a magic world where I had some say over who becomes the next president, I would choose someone who is stern and tough on the issues. And they'd be downright mean, too. Mean to terrorists and enemies. And children who whine too much. And old people who drive stupidly. And teenagers.

Also, I'd have to choose someone who's rich. That way I'd be assured that they were also smart. Because rich people get rich by being smart. Or by being born into lots and lots of money.

Plus, we all know rich people would be good at staying in touch with the pressing issues of the common folks. Because rich people are better than poor people at pretty much everything. Except for being lazy and smelling badly. Poor people are so good at that.

fly away little owl!

that owl is so totally scared right now. he's probably thinking about leaving but he kind of wants to stick around to see what happens.

Unchart this!

I just finished Uncharted : Drake's Fortune, a great PS3 game (finally).

Whenever I saw the glint of hidden treasure, I immediately rushed for it. Even if it meant getting shot in the face by 6 pirates while I bent over to grab it.

Also, I was terrible with the grenades.


"screw this treasure, I've got to focus throwing this grenade."

twink's brother?

it's like twink. sort of...

the neck bone's connected to the...

My moleskin sketchbook is nearly full. There's only a handful of pages left and I thought, "what does this book need more of?"


zombie heads. that's what.

I don't know why I even had to ask.