I normally only talk about art, but
When did my dad’s hair get so grey? … man.
Reworking the blog.
So, I’m trying to wrangle with Tumblr over here to make my blog a little more functional. I’ve managed to get my Blackbook its own link, so you won’t have to actually FIND it, but apparently rather than embedding, the code just EATS THE ENTIRE FUCKING PAGE. I’m also trying to figure out how to best arrange the photos for the documentation of Project DPMS. Any of you...
Love and Future Plans
C R A M P: [after a discussion of why my father is Superman and why my mother is Satan] . . . sooooo I'm gonna get rich and buy my dad a farm. With heirloom pigs and ponies and chickens. Because my mom laughs at my dad's dream of having a farm and says it's stupid. [Pause.] Do you wanna help me set my mom on fire?
Casual Weapons: I'm not setting anyone on fire, but I'll help you buy the farm.
This is why I love Caz. She's supportive without being an enabler, which is exactly what I need, I think.
C R A M P is a secret agent.
So I was struggling to tape a giraffe to a tree, because the double-sided tape I bought has turned out to be an annoying little bitch who doesn’t like to stick to anything that’s not paper. Unbeknownst to me, I was being observed. A little old lady came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. “What are you up to there, young lady?” Shit. Shit. Shit. C R A M P no likey...
If graffiti changed anything, it would be illegal.– Banksy
The DPMS Project
So. I’m going out of town for a week. How did I prepare for this? I made giraffes. 123 hand-printed fucking giraffes. These darlings will be part of the DPMS Project (Dissolute Punks on the Margins of Society, which is what my father always warns me I’m going to become). On the back of each giraffe, I will write the C R A M P mantra (“Go forth and vandalize - let there be C R A...