Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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All right, I just realized my past 4 entries have all contained 11:11 in some capacity.
Nothing to say, I just noticed it. Perhaps it's time to call the men in the white coats.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS..


I missed an entire work week because of the ice and snow.. as a result I have over a grand
less than a normal month, THIS MONTH. Cabin fever.. increasing... urge to kill.. rising!
Why do we have these stupid fucking holidays anymore? Does anyone still like them?
To me, they are to be treated like natural disasters, tornadoes and the like.
I tend to lock myself inside with plenty of stimulus, food and drink, and just wait it out.
Jingle bells might as well be air raid sirens to this guy. Bah humbug.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

HAPPY 11:11!!!!


Perhaps Happy isn't the right word, but in generic holiday fashion it will serve for now.
I wasted my day on stupid shit and didn't even buy a lottery ticket. Fuck me.

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Sunday, November 9, 2008

PYGMY HIPPOS...






The things of my own that I have currently in mind can't be said here yet..
so instead, here's some Pygmy Hippo Info (or P.H.I.)


The pygmy hippopotamus (Choeropsis liberiensis) is a large mammal native to the forests and swamps of western Africa (the scientific species classification means "of Liberia", as this is where the vast majority live). The pygmy hippo is reclusive and nocturnal. It is one of only two extant species in the Hippopotamidae family, the other being its much larger cousin the common hippopotamus.

The pygmy hippopotamus displays many terrestrial adaptations, but like its larger cousin, it is semi-aquatic and relies on proximity to water to keep its skin moisturized and its body temperature cool. Behaviors such as mating and giving birth may occur in water or on land. The pygmy hippo is herbivorous, feeding on whatever ferns, broad-leaved plants, grasses and fruits it finds in the forests.

A rare nocturnal forest creature, the pygmy hippopotamus is a difficult animal to study in the wild. Pygmy hippos were unknown outside of West Africa until the 19th century. Introduced to zoos in the early 20th century, they breed well in captivity and the vast majority of research is derived from zoo specimens. The survival of the species in captivity is more assured than in the wild: the World Conservation Union estimates that there are fewer than 3,000 pygmy hippos remaining in the wild.[1] Pygmy hippos are primarily threatened by loss of habitat, as forests are logged and converted to farm land, and are also vulnerable to poaching, hunting, natural predators and war.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Finally drawing again.

I tried painting for a few months. I like it, but I don't think I have the patience required yet.
The good news is that the recent things that have occurred in my life have somehow made me start drawing again. Pen and ink has always been my favored mode of stylus-based expression, particularly freehand drawings. Now I'm done with the paint for a bit and am going to do large format pen and ink drawings on bristol board. Hot damn.

Monday, September 22, 2008

THE MIND IS A NICE PLACE TO VISIT...




But I wouldn't want to live there.
I'm actually relieved that I have work again on Wednesday. Too much time to think, and too much to think about is a bad combo.

Monday, September 15, 2008

I AM THE GOD OF MY BACK YARD.





Today I braved the webs and nests of a zillion orange, spiky spiders who are now
plotting under a rock, the details and machinations of my imminent demise.
I hate yard work and see it as mostly completely unnecessary, but my landlord bitched me
out last time I didn't rake leaves and pull the weeds.
I guess it really would be much better if the whole goddamned world was paved with immaculate, nuke-green
lawns at the cost of bazillions of gallons of fresh water.

Anyhow, I'm writing a song for the new Bloodfreak called "Night of the spiders/Day of the flies"..
and I think I have my inspiration now.
I swear to all that is holy, I was out there about an hour, my nose started itching a bit, got stuffy..
I forgot about it because I was busy, sweating and generally uncomfortable anyhow...
After I finished and came in, I went to the bathroom to wash off.. was compelled for some reason to 
blow my nose in the sink (I know, gnarly). Well, imagine my surprise when I examined what shot out my nostril
and discovered a mass of tiny spider guts and legs.
It wasn't this spider, this was just the biggest, hairiest bastard I could find, and he stayed still.  Click pics for enlarged views.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Van Drunen's still got it...



This disc is the shit. Gives me hope when one of my all time favorite vocalists in the history of metal can still give me gooseflesh.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

BEST GODDAMNED THING EVER!!

I just mixed Haagen-Dasz Vanilla-honey-granola frozen yogurt
equal parts with fruit cocktail. This shit is AMAZING.

Friday, August 15, 2008

M.P.D. by choice



I've made the personal decision to spawn multiple personalities.
Yes, I'm going to accomplish this on will alone... mostly.

I don't have enough faces for each and every fucker in this world. Nowhere near enough smiles, real or conjured to get by.
And remember, even though I'll have multiple faces, I still have the same amount of money, so don't get any idears.
Sometimes, when a business goes tits up, hey, that's the fuckin' way she goes.
No one likes it, but sometimes you have to bear the brunt with shareholders and such.. There are quite a few interesting people fighting over the puppet strings as I type this, let me tell you. Perhaps most would be tolerable, polite even.
However, I trust there are at least a few bastards in there who would do things I've never even imagined. ME me that is.
There's too much work here to be done for one Dave.. what year is this? 1984?!
Someone has to step up and delegate, and I guess that someone is me.
So, if you have the great displeasure to know me or of me, stay on your guard...
because you never know what you're going to get. One second we might be enjoying a scintillating, intellectual conversation and I'm my usual, meek, quiet self.. A dog barks and the next instant, I'm a raving, homicidal, tear-you-to-the-fucking-bone, mindless ape of human battery.

Then again I could be a 3 year old girl who wets the bed, who the fuck knows?