That itchy spot in your brain

I was watching the movie Wedding Crashers, and I couldn't help but scoff at the idea portrayed in the movie. Sure its funny at times, but its based on the notion that women are attracted to sensitive men who show emotion and aren't afraid to cry at the moving sight of 'true love.' Now the charm and being able to think on your feet is something I can understand, but personally the the rest is just something repelling. If it were me, I wouldn't think its cute you were crying at a wedding, I'd think you were just, in fact, a slobbering fool.

Maybe I'm just way over sensitive men.

Dammit.

Merry Christmas to you all and all that good stuff.

Who needs a wii/ps3/ xcrap360/ crappy game console (no offense wii, you don't even belong in the same cateogry as ps3 or that other atrocity) when you play Accordian Hero to your heart's content. Go ahead and jam on that accordian, but I do suggest you choose cupid as your hero first, I fooshily chose the bunny as my hero my first time around and thoroughly got my ass handed to me. Very heroic, I know.


Good night and sleep well and dream of sugar plums dancing and by 'sugar plums' I mean me naked.

Pysche.
Maybe next year.

And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell

This movie 300 coming out looks so epically rad. It's based off Frank Miller's graphic novel (the same guy who did Sin City). Check it out: 300 Trailer

I have a habit for finding things in random places. Here is a list of some of the best things I have found:

- A huge unused goomba mushroom sticker in a parking lot, so awesome looking

- A sickass miniature action figure from the toy story movie (the mutant toy with
the fishing pole and barbie legs) also found in a parking lot and became my dashboard idol for a while

- A key in the middle of some road that humorously sported the word 'Defiant' and became the pendant of a necklace that I wore for a long time (credit for this actually goes to Laurin who picked it up first, but kindly passed it along to me)

- The arm of what appears to be a swamp-man action figure, found in a random meadow in my high school

-Numerous pins that fell to the ground at various shows

-A shell necklace near a pool at a hotel in Hawaii (it was clearly abandoned, okay,it was the middle of the night when I found it and obviously the owner just didn't care enough about it to come back for it)

- A rad blue calligraphy marker pen with full ink, found in a parking lot in Irvine

-A leopard-print wooden bracelet cuff that I picked up off the beach along the water's edge (also pretty rad)

- A sweet white studded belt on some fence near a construction site (I have no idea who or why anyone would have left their belt there), in Berlin

- A mini pink sharpie found in a canyon while hiking

It's always cool to find something just laying there waiting to be picked up by someone else. Makes you think about the story behind it, and who it belonged to before.
Craziness.

I went to the Zoo yesterday, here's a couple of photos:



A meerkat passed out on a fake rock



Panda cub in a tree...what the hell could be cuter?



Man. Animals rule so hard.

I have completely hallucinated.
And the best ideas/visions came into my head. Mostly about certain art projects to undertake and my new obsession and lense on life.

My new thing is perspectives. Looking at everything differently and differently than you've ever looked at it before.
My theory is that as more and more movies are made, and as the classic plot lines and themes will get old and boring, they are going to start to make the same movies over again- but told from a different sperspective. So like, Jurassic Park from the dinosaurs' sperspective, Jurassic Park done in the choppy requiem for a dream style, Jurassic Park done in the reversed and scattered memento style, Jurassic Park in black and white. It's crazy to think about. This is only the beginning. And not even with just movies, with everything.
Try this:
When you are driving or even just walking around outside (probably you'll be someplace familiar), try to zone out and pretend like you are somewhere else. Somewhere completely different. And eventhough you're imagination can shape your experience, your actual view on your surrounding set will change instantaneously. It will be something entirely different not just in the sense that you are imagining it differently, but in that it will actually become something else entirely.

Crazy shit.

haha. whatever.


One more final for me and then a month off. A month. This rules.

What do you all want for Christmas?

As my good friend Chuck Klosterman puts it, Sexuality is 15% real and 85% illusion. I find this hilariously true.
But hey, whoever said illusion was a bad thing?


Anyway. Today whilst driving I saw this:

And it made me sad. It is either an accoustic guitar that has hung itself or has been lynched by a mob of accoustic-guitar haters. Either way, all that is needed is a tumbleweed lulling across the frame to make it a postcard snapshot for melancholy.