Well, Dakota, learning that stuff is good so you can always fix your own disasters. If you like that kinda shit. I was raised building homes. So it is a genetic disease.
Damn Chester, that's pretty hardcore. How's the back?
Phil- is that a well?
I'll have to take a few pictures of the new place in Richmond and post.
Lookie what I've got!
Renee, I can't keep up with your hair.
No one can. I think my Husband thinks he lives in a harem.
Oh! I also got this, in my kitchen! Less exciting than the book.
Ignore the dirty floor. I was in the process of cleaning it when I found my new little friend.
I love your hair - don't get me wrong - but I've never seen it the same way twice.
I think my Husband thinks he lives in a harem."
I think my Husband thinks he lives in a harem."
I may have to declare you my idol eventually.
Matt, that is indeed a well.
Renee, U ROK.
I got it the day it was released in Kindle format, but could only access the internet from my phone, it is apparently not possible to take a picture of said phone with said phone, so here we are a few days later.
Aren't we all ignoring the obvious question? Why is Death looking over her shoulder?
That's not Death. It's just a skeleton. That's an original chalk drawing by artist and friend, Rik Verlin Livingston. I highly recommend checking out his website Zonoart.com. I've got so much of his stuff around the house, he does surreal art, gothic art, you name it. Incredibly talented, and incredibly nice guy.
EDIT: and his work is affordable, which makes it even cooler.
Because death looks over all our shoulders.
I was so taken with her hair I didn't even notice.
Err...what Jeffrey said. That sounds cooler.
Here's another of his I have in the house:
We have a couple more, plus some awesome custom switch plate/outlet covers he hand painted.
I need a new back.
Ren, that hair is jubilant.
And I like the art.
Death, and mermaid titties. They watch... and wait.
@Chester you're building a porn studio? Can you come over here and build me one?
But I won't use it for porn. I'm going to use it as my office. For writery-wroodling stuff.
But go ahead and install the stripper pole, anyway.
@Averydoll HOLY CRAP that is the most painful thing I've ever seen!
This can only ever happpen on a friday afternoon at 3.30...
Courtney, okay. They are virtually the same exact thing.
Strippa-pose in every home!
That really is some of the most amazing gymnastics on the planet. My god. Spinning bodies. I love that shit!
So, it is going to be an Olympic event I heard.
Courtney, if you put me up in San Fran, I will do contracting shit in exchange. I will just be passing through. I gotta a visit in Big Sur, then down to Santa Monica.
Marius, that is nuts!
One week later and my finger looks as if it was never nearly severed by a cruel yet hilarious turn of fate.
@Chester When are you passing through? I might be able to offer a couch to crash on at the end of the summer, but not before. Someone else is crashing on my couch for the time being. But if I'm able, I shall.
@Avery I'm glad your finger has healed from the physical trauma, but has it healed from the emotional trauma? And will it ever?
Whoa, wait, wait, wait. You didn't tell ME you were going to be in Southern California?!! I am not close enough to Santa Monica to offer you a place to crash, but I *am* close enough to meet up and buy you a beer.
@Chester- that sucks man.
@Marius Hjelseth - fail sauce.
Ok here is my last contribution for the June Picture Thread! Kitts and someone else asked for pictures of my new apartment.
I present: The hastily prepared apartment presentation!
It is still a work in progress. Also I'm a bachelor so there is only so much "fucks" I give.
Stairway, living room, TV ect ect
Everything in here is blue, but for some reason it looks yellow and green.
Alright. I'm tired of uploading shit no one cares about. My last post will be how I started it, my new car, JUST washed and waxed. Sparkle Sparkle.
Matt, I care. I care deeply. I care that YOU'RE LEANING YOUR FUCKING GUITAR ON THE WALL. Don't do that. Treat her like a woman, and she'll treat you like a man.
Ha! I love my guitar, but I can't find my stand. It's not going anywhere right now.
It's nicer than any place I've owned.
Usually the walls would be yellow, beer cans everywhere, and ash blasted floors.
And dog poop and panties on a bad day,
Better than in the panties. Tough to explain that one.
I'm staying in the most awesome Navy Lodge ever. I can't post pics because I left the cable to my phone at home...maybe Husband stuffed one in his bag. I can hope. You guys should be jealous of my digs. The hotel is on the beach, we've got a pool, and big for people who have to live in the desert--cool breezes, grass and foilage!
Those are the days I don't like to talk about.
"TV ect ect"
I care about this. etc etc
There seems to be so many conflicting images there Dakota. I like it.
@AD such as? The entertainment center or office area or the picture window or what?
Such as...the abbreviation you want is 'etc'.
Well I'll be damned, been spelling it wrong the whole time. &tc is the only other way I've seen it spelled.
"been spelling it wrong the whole time"
Yes, I know. You're welcome. That was my public service for today.
Ha! You may begin your insults now.
Turned 30 yesterday. The shirt says 'Cocaine.'
I wasn't looking at the shirt.
Wow, Brandon got old. So very, very old.
Happy birthday, Brandon!
Here's the view from the balcony of the room I was in over the weekend:
Fucking paradise. Leaving San Diego is one of my least favorite things.
Damn son you old. You better marry that chick.
I would've guessed that picture was taken from Pismo Beach..also beautiful.
It's on base at Coronado, if we're being specific. They've really gone to town on that Naval Lodge. I don't want to think what a set up like that would have cost a few miles away in San Diego proper.
Picture of Carmel, during our summer trip last year. It was cold as fuck, but I think I saw Clint Eastwood on the beach. That definitely "made my day".
Shit man, Facebook is fuckin' with my LR bigtime. Facebook is glitching pretty hard lately. Anyway, hopefully this posts.
The foundationg cured enough to start. Started, albeit hungover like all last decade. He-he. Not really. I just say that to pretend I have a pickled Klittsliver.