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James steps away from the keyboard and busts out the guitar for a performance of a new song, Anonymous Asshole, about those spineless cowards that post comments on internet forums - they know who they are. Scotty J on bass and Storm in stripes.
The color was pretty good on this but I liked the crisp energy of B+W, and thought I'd shift it sepia-ward just for a contrast to the red red red of Dante's lighting.
This was from the 21 April 2010 Storm and WTF? show featuring Eric McFadden and the Crazy Enough band, with guests including an amazing classical guitar player and Stephanie Smith of Kleveland.
In the right-turn lane, next to a curb painted red, and a sign that says "NO STOPPING ANY TIME." But he had his hazard lights on, so I guess it's okay.
Elijah has been a bit of an asshole lately, but isn't smart enough to realise it.
Speaking of changes. I'm not sure if it's rolled out everywhere or not yet, but I'm worried about more new changes Flickr are planning to make. I still hate the new layout, used to it, but not liking it, so I'm dreading the new horrors that await us. I had to download Chrome just to be able to load the new features! D:
Despite saying all this, I love Flickr and always end up coming back because it's a nice, safe, mostly drama free little community of wonderful, creative people. I will be so sad if the new changes push even more people away :(
I'll give everyone three guesses as to who's drone is intruding in my shot. Definitely worth the 400 mile drive from Maine to get this. Fortunately, I got another shot without fuckface's drone in it, but seriously...
Basically Nazis, but modern, plus ACUs, and based in New York. Highered by Wallstreet companies to protect valuable papers during the outbreak they are led by one Lieutenant Colonel Charles Bliss. Abandoned when the crisis worsened the LMB is fuled by a vengence and goal of retaking New York and establishing a new world order. When compaired to the other factions the LMB is technologically far superior, with many different specialists, Shade Tech, rouge agents, fortifed positions, etc. they certainly know how to fuck your day up.
Probably my favorite faction, but the flip to that is they are the most difficult and annoying, these specialists sure say why, featured we got; Scout, aka another rushing shot-gun asshole who looks like he belongs in the HECU from Half-Life, Rifleman aka M4 homies, and Grenadier, another asshole who loves to disrupt cover and just fuck up your day.
Do this by the numbers! - Last Man Battalion
November 2023
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May 2023
Session II; also take a look at her stuff!
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Little moments are the foundations of a lifetime. Childhood, with all its sense of wonder and fantasy, serves as the basis for who we become. For kids, it’s easy to imagine an empty box as a roller coaster, a pillow fort as a castle, and crayon art as a masterpiece.
Iwona Podlasinska, a Polish mother of two boys, has set out to elevate the quality of what otherwise could be generic family photos. As an architect by day, this mother dedicated herself to learning photography at night when her oldest son was three months old.
i bought a 200 acre farmstead in southern virgina several years back.the property had been basically abandoned for 20 years and the
locals had grown very accustomed to regarding it as their own hunting
ground. we bought the property in oct/nov'ish, which is the begining
of deer hunting season in those parts (the creep of southernism
in my speech will become readily apparent, bear with). so the first
several weekends, i would take my father up there to make a clearing
to put up a storage shed and build up my smithy forge. we put up no
trespassing signs and chains across the road, but they would be torn
down and cut when we arrived. it was clear we werent going to be
entirely welcome. .
One weekend my dad stopped at a pawn shop on the drive up, saying he
wanted to look at something. 10 minutes later he came out with 2
Chinese semi-auto assault rifles and 1000 rounds of high velocity
ammo.
'Ummm....' i said, 'not a good idea'
"We have to be prepared. Things might get hairy."
"Sure, but you know how to fire one of those?"
"pretty sure"
"nice....just put em in the trunk and forget about them dad.'
so when we arrive the signs are down and the chains cut and dad is
freaking out that the locals arent showing us respect. i sigh, roll
eyes, and start a fire to make some coffee. now in virginia they use
dogs to hunt. the deer are flushed out into open fields by baying
hounds and beagles where the lazy hunters sits on his truck or ATV and
pops off shots at them. as we start drinking coffee, a pack of dogs
tears thru our campsite and we see a deer pull out of a grove about
100 feet to our left and tear across 40 feet ahead of us into a broom
straw pasture. shotguns erupted from an opposing treeline about 100
feet to our right. 8,9, maybe 10 shots fired, tangentially in front of us. dad runs back to the car, pulls an assault rifle from the
trunk, loads up a 50 round clip, and marches past me towards the
treeline of hunters.
'whoa! what the fuck do you think you are doing?!'
'im gonna teach those bastards some respect!!'
'put the gun down, dad. you arent going anywhere with that.
just settle down.'
'just relax son, i'll take care of this, i'm not afraid.'
'hahaha, im certainly not afraid of them either. but...they know we
are here. they are just trying to rattle us - and apparently it worked
on you. now look, this is the big picture here. there are probably 4
or 5 locals in that treeline, they can probably see you right now,
they have probably been hunting here since they were children, they
know this land, they know the local sheriff, they dont know you. you
go charging in there and they might even drop you and not a word would
be said about it. you were in the army like 30 years ago, you read
soldier of fortune magazine on the toilet - this doth not a commando
maketh. just settle down, gimme the rifle and go load up the
other one.'
reluctantly he gave me the gun. i took it over behind a huge 4 foot
diameter fallen oak out of the sight line of the hunters, left it
there, and returned to my coffee. ten minutes later, another deer
flushed out and another volley erupted from the treeline. dad gave me
a withering look of contempt as if he was digusted for siring such a
spineless son. i smirked back and said 'breathe....its ok. trust me.'
i went over to the oak and the rifle, put down my coffee, and squeezed
off all 50 rounds in rapid fire. CRACK CRACK CRACK... an assault rifle
is a loud impressive beast, i must admit. a minute later we heard a
jeep and an atv drive off from the treeline. i went back to the fire,
finished my coffee and asked dad to get the other rifle and go get
down by the oak.
'what?'
'trust me...serious. you have about 2 minutes.'
as he got the gun and walked over to the tree, we saw a convoy of 6
trucks and jeeps and atvs barrelling down our drive road (about a mile
long).
'dad, please just stay put behind that tree, dont let them see where
you are, unless, obviously things get 'hairy', then call the cops on
your cell and handle things. but remember even if you shoot in
self-defense, you are going to jail, and its their jail."
"what the hell? what are you going to do??'
'no big, we are going to have a little chat. no worries'
a minute later, the six vehicles pull up around in a semi circle and
like 15 hunters get out, some with their shotguns, others without, but
certainly packing a pistol or something. this huge older thick headed
lout with a stereotypical chunck of chewing 'bacca in his lip and a
grimy blaze orange padded jacket was standing in front, looked around
at our campsite and snorted with complete contempt.
'boy, who the fuck is shooting machine guns around here?!' he says
walking over at me.
i just sat there on a log drinking my coffee looking at him.
'you deef boy? we was up yonder (swear to god they use 'yonder', go
figure!) and some dumbfucker starting shooting automatic machine guns
at us. waddat you?'
i lit a cigarette and just stared at him for another 10 seconds or so.
(honestly i couldnt tell if i was in way over my head, but i
knew if we showed weakness the whole adventure of living up there
would become some fuct hatfield-mccoy OK corral deliverance hillbilly
nightmare)
'this is my land now - and that is my gun. and dont call me boy.'
'now look here, we are out here hunting and you are gonna hit somebody
shooting like that. so you need to settle down...boooooyyyy. we'been
hunting here for over 20 years and the season just started. we'll tell
y'all when you its safe for you to come back here and play or whatever
the hell you california boys do back here (the realtor must have
filled the locals in on our situation).
cigarette drag. stare.
'you got me, boy?'
'no, boyyyy. here is the deal. this is my land now - and you are
fucking trespassing. i fired those shots, not at your boys, but into
the ground, because i know there is nothing a hunter hates more than
to think there is an asshole out there in the trees with an assault
rifle. i knew it would get your attention. now i am going to live
here. i am clearing off this land to build a home and eventually build
a business. i am gonna raise a family here. i believe in good
neighbors. i am gonna be a good neighbors. but y'all have started this
out ugly by vandalizing my signs, cutting my chains, trespassing to
hunt, which can land your ass in state prison for a couple months. so
short of you making some jack ass move and trying to shoot me right
here which i can tell you would be a very bad ideat, we can sit down
and work out some sort arrangement that will make us good neighbors.
so what do you want? you want to fight or figure it out?'
(snort) 'youre fucking crazy!'
'no. just very determined to makes sure everybody walks outta here and
that this little bullshit harrasment stops today. so what do you
want?'
'check this california boy out. who does he think he is'
'look, i already called the game warden this morning before i came up
here. real nice guy (one mongoloid in the back guffawed and said 'he's
a fucker.) he was very obliging and told me all about your state
hunting laws and the serious penalties for trespassing and he even
mentioned that he might be stopping by today to say hello. and last
week i spoke with the county magistrate (DA to them), also a real nice
guy, looks like we are going to be going to the same church (i had
stopped in at the beautiful 200 year old episcopal church on a
previous trip to meet the rector and meet some of the folks - never
especially religious, but i knew enough of small towns to know that
the church is where you socialize and get your social ranking), happy
to see some new faces coming to the county. he told me all about the
history of this part of the county and this property. in fact, he said
if i had any problems to give him a call and he'd give me a hand. so
you and your boys aint got much to stand on right now. you keep up
this hunting and the game warden is gonna revoke your licenses at best
and toss you in jail at the worst, especially if your poachin' was
done in a coercive threating manner, and im sure the magistrate
wouldnt mind a bit drawing up the cases."
'ha, the sheriff is my brother in law,' the lout says.
'cool, roll the dice, see what your brother in law will do for you. or
you put your guns back in your trucks and lets work this out.'
'what'chu got in mind?'
'ok, i accept that y'all have been hunting here since sheriff shappard
died because there was no one to say no, and we all know there isnt
another plot of property with an open 100 acres of clear shooting this
far back off the road for 20 or so miles. so i dont feel right just
telling you boys that you cant hunt here anymore. so you can hunt
here.'
'well thats good, glad youre talking some sense.'
'so you can hunt here for the rest of the season...but next season you
can only hunt the front half of the property and the following year
only the front quarter of the land. you get three more years you can
hunt here, after those three years i should have a home built here and
we can discuss if any of you wants to buy permission to hunt that
front quarter. three years free is a good deal.'
'not really...'
'its better than the alternative. but here's your catch. only you and
your hunt club are allowed to hunt here. no one else. understand?'
'thats not much of a catch, why would we want to share it?'
'the catch is that you are responsible for making sure no one hunts
here, no one vandalizes my gear that i store here, no one messes with
my signs. if anybody hunts and vandalizes this property, then all bets
are off and you can go ask the hunt club down 'yonder!' if you can
hunt with them - i'm sure they wouldnt mind .
long story short, they agreed, we agreed. no more problems with
vandals and such. in fact, they actually called the sheriff on some
boys from another county who had come over during the week to hunt.
and they made sure we knew they had done so. after two years a 300
acre property a mile or so down the road was bought by a timberer and
clear cut. after the trees and shrub growth starting coming back after
a year it was perfect for deer hunting and the timberer had no
objections to the locals hunting there, so it wasnt a problem not
hunting at our place. it was never warm and fuzzy with the locals up
there, but they did respect our property. we never had anymore problems with
them.
damn, i hadnt thought about that story for years now.
February 2024
Session I, expired film (12/2023)
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(This is not a Malaysian Airlines Jet!)
Let's face it, if it wasn't for a narcissistic, undemocratic and power-hungry so called "world leader" who is constantly playing games to extend the borders of his territory with pretty useless land 298 innocent people would have reached their destination safely !
I consider this asshole a menace, a danger to society and the root of all evil in that part of the world. He should be stopped I don't care how, to me he is as dangerous as Hitler was.
I consider myself a peaceful man but abuse of political power should be stopped at all cost.
Honestly speaking I don't blame the people from Russia or that "so called independent state" as I think they didn't ask for a war. It's the leader(s) who deliberately took action to create a civil war! Putin = Mass murderer!
Copyright WGC (Edwin) van Tilburg
Fuck me.
I hate when I take a 365 shot and the next days shot looks kind of like the previous days shot.
I mean – I try to mix it up with face shots, shots with my kids, shots of my crotch, shots of me hiding in a forest, shots on the beach, or even shots of me laying face down in a busy urban intersection.
At least they are all different. I mean consecutive day in and day out different.
But this motherfucker you are staring at? It’s like I just got up from the previous day and walked 5 yards to the left and took another shot.
Which isn’t true. They are separated by like 24 hours or so. But same location. Same treatment to the photo. Same stupid subject (me).
Fuck… I might as well be wearing the same fuckshit underwear.
Maybe I am?
I BETTER NOT BE!!!!!
(I’m really not).
In any case, I almost broke my back in the making of this asshole photo. (I love making fun of my own photos and calling them names).
I took my camera outside of my apartment complex ONCE AGAIN and decided I wanted to do a photo outside.
If I had it my way, I’d do every photo outside. I think I’ve covered every area of my 900 square foot apartment. Can you get any more boring? Another face shot? Maybe I’ll fake quitting again and upset everyone?
Stupid.
So as my kid sleeps in her little girl bedroom I walk outside with my camera and tripod like an undercover sleuth. Where do I go? What do I do? I can’t walk farther than 50 yards or else I am a piece of shit father. The last thing I need is the Child Protective Services called on me because I decided to go 3 blocks away to take a photo and a neighbor turned me in.
Well tough guy, I decided to pull off this yoga maneuver in the middle of the walkway of my complex.
My ass isn’t no fucking Madonna… this shit HURT!!! I swear if someone came by and just tapped me on the back I’d fall down and split into 2 pimpexposures. Then you would have 2 separate photostreams of my head and feet. And we’d hate each other. And you’d be partial to one or the other because that’s how people are.
Meh (I hate that expression).
Taken July 23rd, 2009
Posted July 24th, 2009
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I noticed an "asshole with wings" blowing a bubble on one of our skeletons.
Sigma 105mm f2.8 macro lens on a Canon EOS 5D Mark II.
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Socks given to me by my son.
Bad, bad Christmas. Wife and I both caught nasty colds in the week before Christmas. Christmas Eve, we went to the wife's brother's house for dinner. Took dyspeptic father in-law with us, and one granddaughter as well as daughter-in law in process of divorcing our son. Good food. Father-in-law had nothing to say and couldn't wait to go home. They had to force him to stay. As soon as we started eating, I felt a pain in my jaw, running from the ear down to the chin. Thought it was just a muscle cramp, but it didn't go away.
The father-in-law drove his car to our house from Fresno, as we live about midway between Fresno and Visalia, where the dinner was. Then wife and I drove f-i-l to dinner in his car. Wife's brother decides (rightfully so I guess) that 96 year old dad shouldn't be driving at night and it had begun to rain as well. (Truth is, f-i-l should not be driving at all. Ever). So, we hatch a scheme whereby I drive pops home and wife will go with daughter-in-law and granddaughter. F-i-l is not happy. So we take off with brother in law in followup vehicle so he can pick me up in Fresno and drive me the 25 miles back to Kingsburg. We get to Veteran's home where f-i-l resides, and I park his car and he goes inside. As we're leaving, I see f-i-l's parked car with the lights on. SHIT! I run back in and catch f-i-l before he has entered his room. Get the key and try to return through the building which we had entered. Doors locked. Rain starts. I'm pounding on door. Security guard shows up. I get in and run out to car in rain. Turn off lights and return key. Now I'm not only pissed off, but wet too. We get to my house, and brother-in-law let's me off. I had given my keys to the wife when we left, and she had not returned them. She hadn't come home yet (yeah, I guess she was having fun :-(). So in the rain I'm digging through a flower bed in the dark, looking for the damn stone thing that has a key in it. Would any burglar with half a brain not be able to find these things and use the key? Well, I can't find it because it's dark. Finally get in the house. Mood not good. Jaw aching.
Christmas morning it's breakfast at 7:30. Good food, but can't much enjoy as dyspeptic f-i-l is being his miserable self, and I'm in pain. Presents opened we go home and I hit the sack. That afternoon we were due to have lunch at a nice restaurant in Fresno with son, his now love, grandkids, and--you guessed it-- dyspeptic f-i-l. Once again the pain kept me from enjoying the good food. Son gives me socks for present. I note that when you stretch them out, it starts to look like an asshole. Then the obvious made itself known. It IS an asshole.
Finally home by 6 p.m. and Christmas is over. But the pain gets worse and worse and by now the right side of my face is swollen up like a rotten watermelon. Visions of root canals were pleasant compared to the other potentials. Like would I be the next Elephant Man with a football growing from my head? Oh, I was thinking the worst. Believe it. The pain got so bad that I couldn't stop shaking and became nauseous. The wife calls Kaiser advice nurse. Run through the history, and then she wants to know if I have a fever. Wife cannot find a thermometer. (It just gets better and better, doesn't it). So, seven or eight at night on Christmas Day the wife heads out the door and hits a couple of neighbor's houses. Nobody answers. I guess they were all out having fun, while I was experiencing the wrath meted out to non-believers on Christmas. Wife gets in car and drives to daughter-in-laws for thermometer. Get's back and now we get a call from the doctor in the ER at Kaiser. Fever is just 100.5. Doctor makes an appointment for me the next morning with my regular physician, and advises that if I have a fever--any fever--I'm to come in to the ER, which is 35 or so miles away. By now, I'm thinking the only way I'm moving is if someone comes in and carries my carcass out of the house. So we took a chance. The night was long, but made bearable by the powerful painkillers the wife has. Without them, I would have had no choice but the ER.
Doctor says she doesn't think it's and abscessed tooth and not a tumor. It's good to know that a tumor will generally not provide the experience of excruciating pain. And that's the good news.
Today the swelling is way down. They injected me with antibiotics, and set me on a ten day course of oral antibiotics. Still painful to touch right side of face, but I'm a very happy camper.
And this post is about the first thing I've accomplished since the whole episode began unfolding.
Hope you all had a Merry Christmas or Fabulous Festivus or whatever.
Sorry to write bummer stories at the time of year when you all are celebrating the birth of Jesus and are full of hope for 2019. But on the bright side, it all seems to be getting better. All, except a certain POTUS, which I'm trying to ignore at least until we get into the new year.
Wish you all well.
Asshole - Ronnie Radke ft. Andy Biersack
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLlbzlS6_Lk
I got an insane posse, we ain't clowns though
I ain't a juggalo, but I always fucking juggle hoes
And maybe it's in my nature but I never wanna date her
But she's like a shot of vodka 'cause I always gotta chase her
What's the fucking problem with a one night stand?
I'm never gonna settle down you need to understand
And let me keep it simple I'm officially stable
And I won't miss you here's a tissue
I got issues believe me
And I always see my mommy in every woman I meet
But I hate my fucking mother motherfucker it's weak
So please believe me I'm a needy insecure fucking freak
And it ain't as easy or as dreamy as you thought it would be
Took her out dinner (yeah), went and tried to kiss her (okay)
Opened up my eyes the fucking bitch was checking twitter (what?)
Ladies, I ain't trying to be rude, but I'll never date a bitch who Instagram's her fucking food
Oh, I lost my fucking mind
It happens all the time
'Cause I can't stand myself
I'm an asshole baby
Oh, I'm fashionably late
I'm the one you love to hate
'Cause I can't stand myself
'Cause I'm an asshole baby
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
(I'm an asshole baby)
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole baby
Check up in the scene in mid-2006
I was automatically labeled as a goddamn prick
I go to prison and get out and I'm back at it (hey, guys)
I ain't afraid to go back better watch that lip
But the music nowadays always sound the same
But it's pretty fucking lame what you fucking lames claim
To be real music and you got to feel stupid
To be still choosing to abuse the privilege and you still use it
Lately all you bands do the same damn shit
Same break down snare kicking lame ass riff
And everybody's still fucking the same lame damn bitch
That comes to every show, showing her fake ass tits
But not me, I'm on a whole other planet
And I'll be damned if I sit back and let this fucking shit happen
I'm an assassin, with that music and fashion
When I cash out no backtracks I stack racks I cashed in
Oh, I lost my fucking mind
It happens all the time
'Cause I can't stand myself
I'm an asshole baby
Oh, I'm fashionably late
I'm the one you love to hate
'Cause I can't stand myself
'Cause I'm an asshole baby
Alright, everybody on the fucking ground right now,
Andy, here (alright)
You all are going to fucking die
Fuck you, fuck your tweets, fuck everything about you
Social media my fucking ass
[Repeated gun shots and screaming]
Ha, ha, ha!
I'm an asshole baby
Last but not least, I want to thank my fans
The best damn fanbase a band could have
And to show appreciation for how grateful I am
Here's a mic stand (sure up) take it home to your dad
I got arrested for a crime that I didn't commit
And I never beat my girlfriend, she's a goddamn bitch man
The truth is she was pissed, I broke it off
So what she did was calculate a plan to hurt me any chance she could get (damn)
Fuck it, her plot didn't work the jig is up and everybody knows this berserk
All you tough guys, and wise guys, gangsters on that Wi-Fi
You're bitch made in your real life and in real life I will fight
Just because I rock them skinny jeans and a belt don't mean shit, motherfucker
I'll knock your ass out for real
'Cause I'm pissed off, I'll piss on anybody
'Cause I spit raw, I split jaws I'm hip hop
I'll Nicholas cage your face off
Oh, I lost my fucking mind
It happens all the time
'Cause I can't stand myself
I'm an asshole baby
Oh, I'm fashionably late
I'm the one you love to hate
'Cause I can't stand myself
'Cause I'm an asshole baby
Oh, I lost my fucking mind
It happens all the time
'Cause I can't stand myself
I'm an asshole baby
Oh, I'm fashionably late
I'm the one you love to hate
'Cause I can't stand myself
'Cause I'm an asshole baby
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
(I'm an asshole baby)
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole
I'm an asshole baby
Welcome to the fucking mixtape
Twenty fourteen and beyond
Me, Ronnie Radke, and a whole bunch of other crazy motherfuckers
Andy Biersack
You don't like it go fuck yourself (ha, ha, ha)
Now, kids, it's just a fucking joke
Relax
April 2022
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Really old shot of an ex-girlfriend. Not much to say about this one. If everyone knew how much of an asshole I can be at times they'd probably throw sticks at me...
Love people as much as you can, while you can. They won't be around forever.
I miss you Melly. May 3rd, 1988 - November 14th, 2011
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