"Santa, what's the meaning of Christmas?" "VENGEANCE!"

This was supposed to come up on Christmas automatically since I knew I would not be able to, but blogger failed apparently.

Well, here it is.

The date says Christmas, but really I'm posting this on January 3rd. The first post of the year [technically].

Already its busy.

I got caught in a snowstorm yesterday, in basketball shorts, not something I wear out a lot so living in Southern California I never EVER thought I would be caught by surprise in a snowstorm whilst wearing basketball shorts.

I have no pics, but I do of other things which I don't really have a lot of time to post. But I will soon.

"Nirvarna is cool."

If Katie fails to get me out of the house, this is what we end up doing. I can translate life through Youtube.

I'm very much the Beavis, she is Butthead.

Finals are almost over, its the home stretch but its getting excessively difficult to focus. My professor however has deemed another term paper as award-worthy, so another check maybe? That would be nice. Last time I got something like $400, could've been more but I had to share the money with three other people. Buzz kill.

For things that I have been putting off, they are not forgotten, I will attend to them as soon as possible.

I was at the library book sale and I picked this up.

It looks cool. Its like Haeckel-esque artwork and dissected bugs. "Postmodernist" biological works of art the back promised. I am unfamiliar with the artist, Mark Fairnington, however I couldn't pass this up. It seems most interesting.

I saw a live Mantis however chilling upside-down above my mailbox, I took a picture of it, but I do not have it readily available right now. So you'll just have to wait.

"Translation is the art of failure.”

Next time anything I'm involved with that requires a title needs a title, I have it.

"But what would I wear?"

Literally this is exactly how it goes whenever Katie tries to get me out of the house.

"I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers."

Self-prescribed. I realized that recently.

Its finals week, and thus the scramble to finish everything that needs to be turned in, in the very short amount of time left, must be completed (though realistically I started this push since November, beginning of). So as a result its harder to do basic things that are healthy for me. My digestive system sucks, I need prune juice to counterbalance it, if I don't I hurt, and I forgot for a while to drink it and I had some problems. Sleep is deprived, late-night showers, poor diet...All a part of college life.

But anyway, its almost over, just another week of pushing and I'm free. For a little bit anyway.

I picked up "The Infernal World of Branwell Brontë" by Daphne du Maurier, I've been eyeing her work for awhile but never got to reading anything from her yet, except for "the Birds" but that was from a long time ago. However, I'm trying to finish the letters of Vincent Van Gogh, not particularly depressing in its text but we all know how that story ends, I'm not so sure I'll read this one from Maurier just yet, which ends in a very similar fashion.

So I have "A Scanner Darkly" lined up, I'll probably read that first.

I'll be absent soon, so thanks for reading, I hope my trivialities aren't a waste of type.

"I'm one flop, a tin cup, and a monkey away from organ-grinding on a street-corner in Santa Monica."

My air-freshener, the best.

Some stuff at La Luz de Jesus Gallery.

We decide to head to Santa Monica from Silverlake because we had nothing better to do, this was at around 10-11pm. We got hungry and we were in West Hollywood at the moment, I assumed that a Trader Joe's in WeHo would be open late for the bar-hoppers but it wasn't so I had to buckle to the demands of Katie and Monty for Yogurtland. I told them yogurt wasn't dinner and we'll be hungry again in a couple of hours, but they did not listen.

Thinking about Magneto at this moment.

We were looking for the bathroom in the new mall, and we found this.

Good thing we found the bathroom before.

Lite-Bright.

Some signs you can't take seriously.

This is the second time in the second place I've seen this noodle.

I have no idea what its for.

Me.

At the end of the pier at around 12:30-1:00am.

There is a strange phenomena we noticed.

People, including us, staring out at the pure black endless void of night.

We can't see anything, it feels like the end of the universe yet everyone just stares out into it as if something was about to happen.

Reminded us of the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

I thought it was interesting.

Except the end never came.

S&M Guards.

Late-night Santa Monica is a strange place. We ended up having to eat Taco Bell at 4am.

Blogs are the lava lamps of the 2000s pt.II

I find people interesting, thus I find blogs interesting.

Maybe that's strange, a lot of people complain about the amount of desocialization that has been occurring recently but I find it not so impetus on my own life. People (including myself) block themselves off in public, you block yourself from me and I block myself from you, but here, with no face, no judgements, no opinions, we are free to take up that niche missing with another person and impose our full personality into that dimension of interaction in this digital nonspace. So I find that most people are a lot more interesting then they let on, but then again, I don't really know people, maybe you feel differently, perhaps I'm much more dull to you than you are to me. I do not think it would make much of a difference to me whether texting is taking over people's lives or not, you are not going to talk to me anyway, and I am not going to talk to you, and that's because you are a person, with a face, with judgements, with opinions, and we both fear those things. On the other hand maybe these blogs actually are helping me "get" people as a whole, I just haven't tried it yet, I don't know. All I know is that you are interesting.

I'm probably not a big a loser as I make or think myself to be, I do things when I can and I know people.

But that undulates between thinking that I am quite drastically.

I missed Lyn-Z Way's art opening, and I'm really bummed about that. Completely just flew over my head.

But this weekend was really nice.

"Do you ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up?"

In case you were ever curious about my choice for the blog title...



One of my favorite movies of all time.

“Bad artists always admire each others work."

The sketches were done in pen on notebook paper 9 ½ x 6 ½ inches.

"Primitive Kirby Fleeing from Transitional Unagi" - Rough Sketch, part of a "Primordial Nintendo" series I want to do, I got lazy with the background.

Inspiration:

"Untitled" - Rough Sketch, part of a "Arms" series I want to do. I couldn't get the steam right, I'll name it later.

"Eggplant Man" - 2 ½ x 3 ½ inches, Acrylic on Canvas card.

~8:00 am
Mom: Have you seen the movie?
Me: [Asleep] What?
Mom: Fahrenheit 451, its really good, you should watch it.
Me: [Half asleep] I've only read the book...
Mom: [Saying something about the movie that I couldn't understand]
Me: [Asleep again]

She only wants to talk about these kinds of things when I am not conscious.

"Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing."

Outside its America.

Sometimes I feel like grinding my own teeth together until they break in my mouth.



Othertimes I have dreamt about it.