It's my favorite holiday, Halloween! So let the werewolves howl, demons wail and vampires screech. Turn your stereo up until you hear the rattling of the bones buried under your floorboards. I demand that you let your inner ghoul out to run amuck!
Here are five very random darker videos for you. Not especially creepy or disturbing but decent jams with a evil-esqe lyrical flavor. These aren't the greatest of videos either but it's more for the actual song. I didn't put any Manson, Tool, Aphex Twin, Misfits, NIN, Skinny Puppy, Ozzy or Rob Zombie as those are too obvious of choices for Halloween disturbing imagery. Though I love the song, I'm also NOT going to post Thriller as that's the most played out of them all.
Queens Of The Stone Age - Burn The Witch
Wednesday 13 - I Walked With A Zombie
Metric - Monster Hospital
The Ramones - Pet Sematary
Snoop Dogg - Murder Was The Case
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
GARCIA HALLOWEEN BASH
Reattach your ears and listen up you filthy corpses! There's a Halloween party tonight at my uncles place! Kegs… Bonfire… Costumes… Madness!!!
TIME:
Starts today at 8:00pm and goes until we bodies go limp
LOCATION:
Mark's House
5619 N. Sullivan
Wichita, KS
INFO:
Dress up, bring your friends, your neighbors, the albino you keep chained in your basement. Extra liquor or beer is not a bad idea either with this many Garcia's in one place. So find a baby sitter, tell your boss to shove it and clear your schedule. No drama and all kinds of ass kicking spooky fun will be had. Spread the word and forward this open invite on!
P.S. Yes, I totally used a photo from this weeks Random Object Thursday to make this banner.
TIME:
Starts today at 8:00pm and goes until we bodies go limp
LOCATION:
Mark's House
5619 N. Sullivan
Wichita, KS
INFO:
Dress up, bring your friends, your neighbors, the albino you keep chained in your basement. Extra liquor or beer is not a bad idea either with this many Garcia's in one place. So find a baby sitter, tell your boss to shove it and clear your schedule. No drama and all kinds of ass kicking spooky fun will be had. Spread the word and forward this open invite on!
P.S. Yes, I totally used a photo from this weeks Random Object Thursday to make this banner.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
ROT: GLOWING JASON MASK
The terror that Jason Voorhees wrought on Camp Crystal Lake was quite entertaining. I've always been a fan of his malicious handiwork. Slaughtering moronic douche bag dudes and mindless fake bimbos alike. Go team evil go!
Unfortunately, I can't go around impaling all the cretins of the world. It's illegal and with the amount of jackasses that keep breeding it would be quite tiring. So I just slide this baby on when I want to pull pranks or scare people. I've actually had this mask in my car since I was a junior in high school! Better to have it in the ride since you just never know when you might need to hop out and fuck with people. Muahahahahahaha!
Unfortunately, I can't go around impaling all the cretins of the world. It's illegal and with the amount of jackasses that keep breeding it would be quite tiring. So I just slide this baby on when I want to pull pranks or scare people. I've actually had this mask in my car since I was a junior in high school! Better to have it in the ride since you just never know when you might need to hop out and fuck with people. Muahahahahahaha!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
CYCLE OF DICK: ROUND 2
I know I vented about a similar topic as this but I really need to vent again. The cycle of dick is knocking on my door once more.
Some people on this earth are just so misguided, ignorant and full of hate that they must reign their terror down on the "easiest" target possible without a care for the consequences. They have been hurt somehow, are filled with fear and unfortunately don't know how to properly channel that pain. Upon their furrowed brow rests their grudge like a crown and they are desperate to control what they can. Unable to forgive themselves or others, they forever sink deeper into malice. Misery loves company so they burn down as many peers as possible. Typically though, just lashing out in equal measure isn't enough. They multiply the grief given so as to actually derive some sick pleasure from their targets anguish and not just relief for their own.
The word insane comes to mind. Then the phrase "Why can't we all just get along" rides in behind it. But reason and accountability are tossed out the window for these poor brainwashed fools. They grasp onto whatever ammunition they can and aim for where it will hurt their victim most. It's sad, pathetic and childish. Beg and plead with facts and intellect all you want but they are like mindless rabid dogs. They won't stop until blood is flowing freely and your spirit is crushed.
I would love to see them change their deluded and hurtful ways. The problem is they are already adults, quite stuck in their muddy rut and are usually too thick-headed to even know the harm they are causing. Now keep in mind, I use the term adult very loosely as it only refers to there age. They lack a rational mentality, comprehension skills and the ability to properly interact with their feelings and others.
It all stems from bad parenting. Their parents were manipulative and soulless hog beasts who shaped their children in their twisted image. So the worthless and spiteful life skills these obtuse and malicious cretins reveled in were passed on. Then on down the line it goes as the kids eventually have offspring of their own. The poop torch just keeps on getting passed. It's worsened if these newest additions to the hate clan have their troll grandparents still active and pulling strings in their life. What's even more nauseating is if the hate monger causing all this drama used to supposedly care about you at some point in your lives. Which means there was a time when the pieces fit but now they just want to destroy the puzzle altogether. I don't want bad relationships with anyone, let alone someone I was once close to. Quite a nightmare and all I can say is, I feel sorry for the children whole really have no chance. This chaos is all they know making it seem like the proper way to act.
Stop the cycle of dick and dissolve the legacy of hostility, I beg of you. Not just for my sake so I can stop venting online but for future generations. Put down the club angry monkey, we are prehistoric no longer. Teach love because that, my friends, is all you need.
Some people on this earth are just so misguided, ignorant and full of hate that they must reign their terror down on the "easiest" target possible without a care for the consequences. They have been hurt somehow, are filled with fear and unfortunately don't know how to properly channel that pain. Upon their furrowed brow rests their grudge like a crown and they are desperate to control what they can. Unable to forgive themselves or others, they forever sink deeper into malice. Misery loves company so they burn down as many peers as possible. Typically though, just lashing out in equal measure isn't enough. They multiply the grief given so as to actually derive some sick pleasure from their targets anguish and not just relief for their own.
The word insane comes to mind. Then the phrase "Why can't we all just get along" rides in behind it. But reason and accountability are tossed out the window for these poor brainwashed fools. They grasp onto whatever ammunition they can and aim for where it will hurt their victim most. It's sad, pathetic and childish. Beg and plead with facts and intellect all you want but they are like mindless rabid dogs. They won't stop until blood is flowing freely and your spirit is crushed.
I would love to see them change their deluded and hurtful ways. The problem is they are already adults, quite stuck in their muddy rut and are usually too thick-headed to even know the harm they are causing. Now keep in mind, I use the term adult very loosely as it only refers to there age. They lack a rational mentality, comprehension skills and the ability to properly interact with their feelings and others.
It all stems from bad parenting. Their parents were manipulative and soulless hog beasts who shaped their children in their twisted image. So the worthless and spiteful life skills these obtuse and malicious cretins reveled in were passed on. Then on down the line it goes as the kids eventually have offspring of their own. The poop torch just keeps on getting passed. It's worsened if these newest additions to the hate clan have their troll grandparents still active and pulling strings in their life. What's even more nauseating is if the hate monger causing all this drama used to supposedly care about you at some point in your lives. Which means there was a time when the pieces fit but now they just want to destroy the puzzle altogether. I don't want bad relationships with anyone, let alone someone I was once close to. Quite a nightmare and all I can say is, I feel sorry for the children whole really have no chance. This chaos is all they know making it seem like the proper way to act.
Stop the cycle of dick and dissolve the legacy of hostility, I beg of you. Not just for my sake so I can stop venting online but for future generations. Put down the club angry monkey, we are prehistoric no longer. Teach love because that, my friends, is all you need.
Monday, October 25, 2010
WHITE COLLAR DOMESTICATION
Another day of staring blankly at your monitor. You pretend to give a shit about your trivial and pointless job, smiling for peers and higher ups as they make eye contact. As you fidget in your squeaky rolling chair and tuning out the pointless chatter around you, your mind drifts. The thought that you will be doing this for a third of your adult life fills your mouth with a sour taste. You sip your cheap coffee to wash it away and to help you from passing out on your keyboard from monotony. Go ahead and check that clock again. Eventually you will be released from your vocational tomb so you can spend your paltry paycheck. But with every button pushed, e-mail sent and click of the mouse you get a little bit more defeated. You know life is passing by and your dreams are dying.
How does a commoner break free and escape the almighty dollars firm grasp on their throat?
Skill
Use whatever talent you have and go for the big time. Act, sing, dance, paint, fight, whatever. It's dog eat dog, hard as hell, absorbs your life and the odds are against you. A butt ton of other people are trying to do that exact same thing right now and probably have a head start. Plus the masses are fickle and will tire of you so you really have to make your scrap of fame count.
Invent
Come up with a new idea or enhance an existing concept and bring it to life. Be it a world changing device that will revolutionize our society as we know it or the next big waste of money. Patent it and make your mark.
Hustle
Try to tame the stock market. Sell real-estate, pan handle guns to old ladies or even smuggle and sell drugs. Claw, undermine, bullshit and rat your way out. Your morals and values will take a beating but who listens to their conscience anyways.
Luck
You play the idiot tax and pray that your numbers will line up. The chance of hitting a lucky lottery ticket are incredibly slim. But if you have hope and a dollar then keep on plugging in those birthday numbers or scratching away at those little silver shapes. Or you could just head for the casino. Psh.
Settle
Find a job that you actually like and succumb to the machine in your own way. Something that either fits your personality and desires or that makes you happy. Love animals? Be a vet or groomer. Love food? Go be a chef or food critic. Love video games? Go be a interactive designer or tester. You might counter that you already enjoy what you do for a living. Question is though, do you actually like your job or have you just been doing it so long that it's routine and easy.
Age
The only option that is inevitable and doesn't factor in chance. Time won't detour from it's slow yet relentless assault on your rotting tissues. Your mind and body will be the deciding factor on when you are done tediously slaving away. When you are either too feeble or physically broken enough to work, you are discarded. But before you're cast aside you can save money, pay off debts and be frugal. Play it right and don't buy dumb shit you don't need.
So which is best? How the hell should I know?! I still work a white collar job and live from paycheck to paycheck. But even if I never wrestle loose, I hope you make it out of the box. One of us needs to truly live. Just be sure and send me a post card from Zihuatanejo.
How does a commoner break free and escape the almighty dollars firm grasp on their throat?
Skill
Use whatever talent you have and go for the big time. Act, sing, dance, paint, fight, whatever. It's dog eat dog, hard as hell, absorbs your life and the odds are against you. A butt ton of other people are trying to do that exact same thing right now and probably have a head start. Plus the masses are fickle and will tire of you so you really have to make your scrap of fame count.
Invent
Come up with a new idea or enhance an existing concept and bring it to life. Be it a world changing device that will revolutionize our society as we know it or the next big waste of money. Patent it and make your mark.
Hustle
Try to tame the stock market. Sell real-estate, pan handle guns to old ladies or even smuggle and sell drugs. Claw, undermine, bullshit and rat your way out. Your morals and values will take a beating but who listens to their conscience anyways.
Luck
You play the idiot tax and pray that your numbers will line up. The chance of hitting a lucky lottery ticket are incredibly slim. But if you have hope and a dollar then keep on plugging in those birthday numbers or scratching away at those little silver shapes. Or you could just head for the casino. Psh.
Settle
Find a job that you actually like and succumb to the machine in your own way. Something that either fits your personality and desires or that makes you happy. Love animals? Be a vet or groomer. Love food? Go be a chef or food critic. Love video games? Go be a interactive designer or tester. You might counter that you already enjoy what you do for a living. Question is though, do you actually like your job or have you just been doing it so long that it's routine and easy.
Age
The only option that is inevitable and doesn't factor in chance. Time won't detour from it's slow yet relentless assault on your rotting tissues. Your mind and body will be the deciding factor on when you are done tediously slaving away. When you are either too feeble or physically broken enough to work, you are discarded. But before you're cast aside you can save money, pay off debts and be frugal. Play it right and don't buy dumb shit you don't need.
So which is best? How the hell should I know?! I still work a white collar job and live from paycheck to paycheck. But even if I never wrestle loose, I hope you make it out of the box. One of us needs to truly live. Just be sure and send me a post card from Zihuatanejo.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
ROT: MEXICAN BRACELET
This little accessory made it's way back from the heart of Mexico City. My brother and I traveled there for Cinco de Mayo a few years ago. We had no hotel, map, compass or even real plans other than to see Teotihuacan. We eventually, after many other quests, ended up in the Plaza Mayor which was packed and alive with people, music and merchants. It was there from one of the little old locals that my brother and I purchased a matching pair, one for the each of us. Richard's broke at the airport on the way home though. I don't wear mine hardly ever anymore because I'm afraid it will end up like his. But every time I see it I think of the amazing adventure he and I went on south of the border.
But that is another story.
But that is another story.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
BLOG FEEDBACK
I would love some feedback and suggestions about my blog.
What do you like?
What would you like to see more of?
What sucks?
Is it too personal?
Should I talk more about art as in mine and others?
Is it laid out well?
Is it honestly a waste of time?
Be blunt… I beg of you!
What do you like?
What would you like to see more of?
What sucks?
Is it too personal?
Should I talk more about art as in mine and others?
Is it laid out well?
Is it honestly a waste of time?
Be blunt… I beg of you!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
BUSTED TOOTH
When I was in grade school I had a run in with my babysitters moving van. The effect being that my front, top left, incisor, was chipped off about an eighth of an inch. Of course, my parents got it fixed with the modern miracle of dental bonding. But chipping the front tooth of a rough housing little bastard only led to the piece being knocked out many, many times. I would guess that my parents replaced it about 7 or 8 times while raising me. I still can't honestly figure out why they didn't just sack me up in burlap with a bowling ball and take me to the river.
Fast forward to this year. Upon getting into my car to move to Kansas at the end of February, it fell out again. Shockingly it wasn't a fight this time that knocked it loose, it just fell freaking out. I lived with that snaggle toothed grin for 6 months because I had no dental insurance. That's the problem with starting a new job. How mortifying and ego crushing is that though? I got to begin my fresh Kansas start with a jacked up smile and feeling like a hillbilly.
The high point of this story is that I went yesterday and got it fixed. I noticed on my way out of the office, down the elevator and into the parking lot, that I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was sparking up conversations not just there but all the rest of the day just to gleam my newly repaired grill. I obviously felt a lot better.
It's kind of lame when you think about it though. I was so subconscious about a stupid tooth and probably always will be. My self esteem is so dependent on something as trivial as that. I was freaked out at job interviews, smiled different to everyone (including family) and I had even been pushing off meeting people for photo gigs because I was so embarrassed. Question is, how many people really even gave it a second thought.
Well it's fixed now, so piss on it. Vanity is obviously my favorite sin.
Fast forward to this year. Upon getting into my car to move to Kansas at the end of February, it fell out again. Shockingly it wasn't a fight this time that knocked it loose, it just fell freaking out. I lived with that snaggle toothed grin for 6 months because I had no dental insurance. That's the problem with starting a new job. How mortifying and ego crushing is that though? I got to begin my fresh Kansas start with a jacked up smile and feeling like a hillbilly.
The high point of this story is that I went yesterday and got it fixed. I noticed on my way out of the office, down the elevator and into the parking lot, that I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was sparking up conversations not just there but all the rest of the day just to gleam my newly repaired grill. I obviously felt a lot better.
It's kind of lame when you think about it though. I was so subconscious about a stupid tooth and probably always will be. My self esteem is so dependent on something as trivial as that. I was freaked out at job interviews, smiled different to everyone (including family) and I had even been pushing off meeting people for photo gigs because I was so embarrassed. Question is, how many people really even gave it a second thought.
Well it's fixed now, so piss on it. Vanity is obviously my favorite sin.
Monday, October 18, 2010
CHAPSTICK
I don't understand why people feel the need to toy with lip balm. It shouldn't tingle unless your lips are jacked up and you're using the medicated version of Chapstick. They also shouldn't taste like random stuff like bubblegum, root beer, muffins, strawberries, chihuahua feet, spark plugs or even six day old rotting monkey meat. When it tastes delicious I lick and suck it off which only makes your pucker flower worse.
You might be thinking it makes kissing someone taste good. This is true, but putting a donkey in a dress doesn't mean you should take it to the prom. If the person you are locking face sphincters with has that nasty tasting of lips then maybe you should reevaluate things a bit.
Moral of my rant is this, no one should have smelly, greasy, sparkly or flavored lips. Lipstick or even lip gloss is fine if you want to doll up a bit. Just stop infusing mouth rim goo with weird stuff. Thank you!
You might be thinking it makes kissing someone taste good. This is true, but putting a donkey in a dress doesn't mean you should take it to the prom. If the person you are locking face sphincters with has that nasty tasting of lips then maybe you should reevaluate things a bit.
Moral of my rant is this, no one should have smelly, greasy, sparkly or flavored lips. Lipstick or even lip gloss is fine if you want to doll up a bit. Just stop infusing mouth rim goo with weird stuff. Thank you!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
BLITZEN TRAPPER
I found these guys about two years ago. Their songs jump around in style and type thus making them hard to classify in my opinion. But surprisingly the songs I like the most by them are the more bluegrass/country infused melodies. The one song that has officially weaseled its way into my tops of all time is Black River Killer. My second favorite tune by these eclectic chaps is Furr. Both have great lyrics and interesting videos to boot. Black River Killer's video though is just stellar. OK, enough talk... watch this shit!
A cold blooded cut-throat and werewolves?! Hell yes.
A cold blooded cut-throat and werewolves?! Hell yes.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
ROT: VAULT-TEC LUNCH BOX
OK, I admit it. I have some deep seeded video game nerd tendencies within me. I don't play as often as I did in my youth but I still visit my old electronic life waster on occasion. One of my favorite games of all time was Fallout 3. I never played any of the predecessors but I will never miss any from here on out. Running around in a post apocalyptic DC wasteland where you can do whatever the hell you want? Blasting morons and zombies in the face with a multitude of weapons? Decked out like Mad Max? Sign me up!
I guess this lunch box came with some special edition of the game. That's not how I got this baby. I found it hidden amidst other random crap in a thrift store knickknack area. I bet most people wouldn't even know what the hell Vault-Tec is. Just so you know, it was the company in the game that created all the nuclear fallout shelters. You would find these lunch boxes strewn about the wasteland. They were pretty much worthless in the game but I sure do love mine.
I guess this lunch box came with some special edition of the game. That's not how I got this baby. I found it hidden amidst other random crap in a thrift store knickknack area. I bet most people wouldn't even know what the hell Vault-Tec is. Just so you know, it was the company in the game that created all the nuclear fallout shelters. You would find these lunch boxes strewn about the wasteland. They were pretty much worthless in the game but I sure do love mine.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
EVIL EYE
First things first, I wear contacts. I have glasses too but rarely go outside with them on. Glasses get dirty, smudge, fog up, don't cover your whole range of view, can get broken, make it so you can't wear dope sunglasses and frankly they make me look kind of dorky. Yes, I am that vain.
Anyways, I went to finally get my vision tested so I could get new glasses and contacts. I was waiting until I got insurance so I wouldn't get punched in the wallet so hard. I hadn't thought about it but I haven't been fully tested since my nearly fatal head trauma two years ago last Sunday. I lost most of the vision in the center of my right eye (amongst other things) and never got it fully checked. The surgeons wanted to wait until most of my major surgeries were done.
So I got hooked up to all kinds of machines, layered in the eye, digital micro photographed… the works. It's took a few hours to jump through all the hoops. The outcome though shocked both the doc and myself. Though the damage is still there, my eye has actually gotten stronger to try and compensate and work around the black spot! My brain and eye muscles have kept strong and learned to deal and overcame it as best they could. So with all the tests they think I might be able to refine what I see out of the eye even more and not just have it be peripheral. Dopeness!
Just when I was thinking about switching to wearing a villainous eye patch all the time.
Anyways, I went to finally get my vision tested so I could get new glasses and contacts. I was waiting until I got insurance so I wouldn't get punched in the wallet so hard. I hadn't thought about it but I haven't been fully tested since my nearly fatal head trauma two years ago last Sunday. I lost most of the vision in the center of my right eye (amongst other things) and never got it fully checked. The surgeons wanted to wait until most of my major surgeries were done.
So I got hooked up to all kinds of machines, layered in the eye, digital micro photographed… the works. It's took a few hours to jump through all the hoops. The outcome though shocked both the doc and myself. Though the damage is still there, my eye has actually gotten stronger to try and compensate and work around the black spot! My brain and eye muscles have kept strong and learned to deal and overcame it as best they could. So with all the tests they think I might be able to refine what I see out of the eye even more and not just have it be peripheral. Dopeness!
Just when I was thinking about switching to wearing a villainous eye patch all the time.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
ROT: MISTER PENIS
From the title of today's Random Object Thursday you might be thinking I took a snapshot of my wang and put it on display. Though tempting, I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's just an ice mold my friends.
I found this strange possession of mine at the local gag, costume and novelty store, Kay's This N' That. I have very fond memories of this store from when I was a wee naughty little boy. Trick gum, stink bombs, disgusting Halloween masks... it was a deviant child's heaven. Now that I'm an adult, I got to look behind the over eighteen curtain. But it really wasn't as taboo as I had imagined in my youth. Then again, this is a novelty store not a porn shop.
I just so happened to find this guy in the clearance section back there for a buck. What a steal! I slapped my dollar in the cashiers hand and made for the door. I couldn't wait to get home and serve someone a drink with a frozen dong bobbing up and down in it. Unfortunately, it's not meant to be served without it's plastic mold apparently. I tried everything I could to get that phallic ice chunk out of there just short of cutting off the mold around it. So now I know why it was in the discount area. It's just not that funny to put a cold dildo in someones drink. **sigh**
I found this strange possession of mine at the local gag, costume and novelty store, Kay's This N' That. I have very fond memories of this store from when I was a wee naughty little boy. Trick gum, stink bombs, disgusting Halloween masks... it was a deviant child's heaven. Now that I'm an adult, I got to look behind the over eighteen curtain. But it really wasn't as taboo as I had imagined in my youth. Then again, this is a novelty store not a porn shop.
I just so happened to find this guy in the clearance section back there for a buck. What a steal! I slapped my dollar in the cashiers hand and made for the door. I couldn't wait to get home and serve someone a drink with a frozen dong bobbing up and down in it. Unfortunately, it's not meant to be served without it's plastic mold apparently. I tried everything I could to get that phallic ice chunk out of there just short of cutting off the mold around it. So now I know why it was in the discount area. It's just not that funny to put a cold dildo in someones drink. **sigh**
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
INVADERS MUST DIE
I'm really diggin' the new Prodigy album Invaders Must Die. I missed it's original release but my good friend Matt turned me onto it last week. I think it's better than the last album (Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned) and a throwback to their old style. My personal favorite is still the album Fat of the Land out of their entire discography. Then again, I like damn near everything Prodigy does. They always get my blood pumpin'.
Check out the 2nd track Omen off the new album. Dopeness.
Check out the 2nd track Omen off the new album. Dopeness.
Monday, October 4, 2010
TRAITOROUS BODY PARTS
Do you ever feel like your body is rebelling against you? I find random parts twitching on occasion, ears tuning out in the middle of conversations, limbs moving on their own, digits making odd gang signs randomly and of course my brain just turning off. It's much like Ash in the Evil Dead/Army of Darkness movies and I think I'm losing the war.
Just today I noticed that the inner corner of my eye was stinging. That's when I realized that my left hand was clutching my face. My index finger was slowing burrowing into my tear duct in some deluded attempt to poke my gray matter. Traitor!
Wait… fingers typing something… RESIST… on their own… THE BRAIN… can't stop them… KILL… help… KILL… ack!!!
Just today I noticed that the inner corner of my eye was stinging. That's when I realized that my left hand was clutching my face. My index finger was slowing burrowing into my tear duct in some deluded attempt to poke my gray matter. Traitor!
Wait… fingers typing something… RESIST… on their own… THE BRAIN… can't stop them… KILL… help… KILL… ack!!!
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