last night

I've been having weird dreams lately. Or maybe it's not that I'm having weird dreams, maybe it's that suddenly I find that I have the ability to remember them the next day.

In last night's dream, I was attending a two-person musical, in the style of Lars Von Trier's Dogville. I realize that Dogville isn't a musical, but the tone of this particular musical was very Dogville-esqe.

The two person cast included Mandy Moore and some fat guy. The play took place in some sort of church building, and the crowd was less than interested. I recall looking away from the play - which I couldn't follow anyway - to do some reading.

At some point in this very depressing display the actors moved to the front of the stage, trying to get the crowd involved with a clap and sing-a-long portion of the performance. When the crowd failed to play along, Ryan Adams sat down at a piano and began playing a Whiskeytown song.

"Is that Ryan Adams?" I thought to myself.

That's pretty much all I remember.

204/+1

skipped a week, spent a whole day at a brewery monday... haven't rode much... I guess I'm ok? Hard to lose weight when you're not really putting the effort in. I guess I've lost 11 lbs since January 7th, so - while that's not a very aggressive rate, it's sustainable...

jp

it's hard to look at this


and not think about this

my style is not your style

my egg thing got re-imagined and hand drawn and tossed aside, more or less. i like the new ideas, but the new execution.. eh..

(this is where there might be a picture of the new if I had it)

exploding cats and bicycle rides

roadkill is a weird thing.

eggfest

poster i'm working on for friends. fire needs work.

i should stop working for free.

next up..

on a pair of middle may evenings we'll be staying at this jem...


the royal street inn, which calls itself a "bed and beverage".

two days in new orleans with the intent of drinking and eating yourself stupid will always seem like a good idea to me. the last time i entered the city with this plan, we did it straight up college stupid student tourist style, hitting touristy joints instead of places that we should have, drinking hurricanes, throwing up on st. louis cathedral, then standing back up and turning around only to see a girl peeing in a doorway across the alleyway.

perhaps it's strange that i look upon these memories fondly, but nevertheless i look forward to reliving them, this time from a professional drunkard's standpoint*.

*those of you who doubt this title should know that i'm one eighth owner in a llc dedicated to spending all income on beer.

sold some shit out

so we had 36 seats to sell for this breakfast thing we do, and that shit sold out in 5 hours. perhaps the tide is turning....

lazy week

203. waiting for better weather and more daylight. didn't do much of anything this week, a few bike rides... not fast bike rides, either.