GREEN PUMPKIN PHOTO ART STYLE

Nicky and I have been debating on what our joint photo business' styling theme should be. I made up these two posters as a reference. So give me your thoughts!

Art Deco/Surrealism (left) VS Constructivism (right)

POOP SCRIBBLES

There's just something really therapeutic about scrawling things on bathroom walls.

MAN VAN

I've been wanting a new ride for quite a while. My Blazer is a piece of crap and it needs far more work than it's actually worth. I'm pretty much going to drive it until it explodes and then sell it for parts on Craigslist.

I've been trying to decide what to buy. I want something I can haul stuff in since I have so much photo equipment and I'm an avid thrift store shopper of random stuff. So I was assuming that I had to buy a truck or an SUV. But wait... there's more!

Next month my brother and I's little immediate families are taking a road trip to the Ozarks. We are doing some camping for Nicky's birthday. That's when it hit me. Why not a van? It's big enough to fit all of our troops in it comfortably plus I could still lug around payloads of junk. But I definitely didn't want a minivan. Then I found this baby. A 1989 Ford Club Wagon. Powerful. Durable. Huge. Manly. All for the bartered down price of $1200.

I do beleve this calls for a "HELL YES."

I'll then follow that up with a "GET SOME."

WEBSITES LEFT AND RIGHT

Nicky and I have been talking about doing a joint photography business for some time now. We just never sat down and put our minds to it. We just recently came to a mutual decision on what to call ourselves. So last night I decided to just go ahead and buy our web addresses.

I set up Nicky's own web address for Photo Flo Photography so it wouldn't have the lastdeviant preface anymore. I also bought and set up a coming soon page for our joint venture called Green Pumpkin Photo. Why Green Pumpkin? My nickname for her is Green Bean due to her favorite color being green and she's also thin like a bean. Her pet name for me is Pumpkin because I just can't get enough of pumpkin flavored food. From pancakes to beer I love it all. So we mushed them together! It sounded catchy and fun and that is exactly what we want our clients to think. So stay tuned for further updates on our new business.

On a side note, I also updated the Pretty and Illustrations sections with new works so go check 'em out!

TRASHY TABLOID TALK SHOWS

Occasionally when I come home from class I catch a tidbit of some trashy tabloid talk show that Nicky has on. As I watch these foul things that are unfortunately called humans, I am filled with incredible amounts of disgust. They are horrible parents, awful to their fellow man and all around worthless moronic scum bags. Their diction and dialog is so incredibly bad that it makes me dumber for having heard it. They scream, yell and can't wait to blab they stinky mouth holes at anyone in sight. When it comes to their morals, the words reason, accountability and selflessness are not in their vocabularies. The worst part about it is their kids. The parents bicker, fight and drag these children through hell. It's ruining their lives and creating little versions of themselves that will grow up to be wastes of space. The cycle of scum just keeps on churning and I weep for humanity.

Every single one of the vermin that crawl up on that stage should taken somewhere far from the rest of civilization and buried up to their necks in dog poo. Even if we can't wipe them from the Earth, we should at least consider mass sterilization.

SELF ILLUSTRATION

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I had to do a self portrait for my Design II class at WSU. I created mine in ode to the Art Nouveau style all in Illustrator. Of course, mine isn't all swirly and girlie like most pieces by Mucha. I went for a loose interpretation that's semi-creepy, hence the spider webs, gas masks and missing eyes. I wanted it to feel like an old circus poster or theater playbill. Anyways... check it out!

PEOPLE SUCKING ON EASTER

Nicky wanted to stop at Dollar General to snag some hooks for the studio. I waited outside because Paladin was sleeping in his car seat. It was a beautiful day so I chilled outside Paladin's door and played with my phone. As I killed time playing solitaire, I also furtively watched the other patrons come and go. What I saw in the five minutes I was outside made me weep for humanity.

Terrible attire and freaky looking people aside, it was two acts in particular that spurred my disgust. One white trash dude in a camo ball cap blew a fat snot rocket right in front of the entrance. He then proceeded to wipe off the excess goo on the front of his shirt. As he looked up from his putrid slime fest, he noticed that I was watching and saw my obvious nausea. He acted like it was no big deal and jumped into his rusted out shit box of a truck.

Next up was a large Hispanic woman and her two kids. She had bought them toys and on their way out of the store they were tearing into them. Without a second thought, they just tossed their trash on the ground in the parking lot. The mother tore into her chocolate covered pastry and followed suit with her wrapper. None of them attempted to look for a trash can even though there were two of them within three feet. I stared her dead in the eyes and then glanced back and at the trash and said " Really?!" She looked away as if she didn't understand and drove off in her smoke billowing minivan.

Doesn't anyone give a shit about other people or the world around them anymore? Is it socially acceptable to trash ourselves and our environment? For me and my family it sure in the hell isn't. Wost of all, it's Easter. I'm definitely not religious but shouldn't this day be held up to higher standards for all those God fearing folk?

Anyways... fucking scumbags.

PORN AND BEETHOVEN

Today I had an interesting and quite humorous time in my History of Western Music class. As I headed up the stadium seating towards the back, I noticed that the guy all the way to the side had his laptop open. This is normal, but what was playing full screen wasn't. It was porn. Full on raunchy porn!

I'm the only guy behind him and he didn't pay me any mind. I guess I look like someone that wouldn't care, which I don't. But there he sat, headphones on, for the entire class. The best part of it was that we were learning about Beethoven. So as the teacher is loudly blaring Ludwig's 6th symphony, I get to enjoy it to a dirty flesh marathon over a fellow students shoulder.

Definitely a memorable experience.