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Somebody (asshole) couldn't be bothered with carrying it the 50 or so feet to the trashcan. So, I did. After getting the shot of course.
Trớ trêu !. Đến mức khốn đốn r đây s :).. Ảnh hưởng qá lớn bởi nhữg con ng khốn nạn khác ! 12 tuổi , thậc sự rất qá đáng r :) .. M kf là e t nữa r CHÓ àk :)
LAST WORD MAH DEAR : I HATE U SO BAD : ) .. U'RE NOT MAH BROTHER , U NOE HOW HURT DID U MAKE ME AND MOM BEING LIKE THAT ?! SUCH THE BIGGEST ASSHOLE IN MAH LIFE :) . I WISH I WOUDN'T HAVE A BROTHER LIKE U ! SO EMBRASSED =;
* I'm sr , Mom : ) .
Really strong, no sugar, no milk.
February 5th 2009
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I block assholes.
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.
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...
October 2022
double exposure with Holga lens
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October 2022
Session I
expired film (05/2012)
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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.
The Importance of Being Ernesto
“While it takes many valuable people to run any company, there is none more important than the cat that runs the forklift.” - Ward McCready.
Meet Ernesto T. Rodarte of Station 19, Outpost 31 located on Rospaw, the last of Ubiquidyne Industries’ port hubs before the thirty-seven hour jump to Helvetius. Don’t call him Ernie, or Ern, or any shortened facsimile of what his name is. He is Ernesto. And out here in the Dark, that carries more weight than any overly familiar and juvenile misrepresentation can carry. He has no time for any level of stupid keeping this station running smoothly. He doesn’t talk much; but when he does, it’s fast and precise and always with the best interests of the facility in mind. He is an asshole and an asset, and he is proud of both. And above all, he wants everything to run smooth.
However…
He may be inclined to “adjust” shipping manifests and other documentations and orders if the priorities deem it necessary or the price is right. Treat him fair and he’ll treat you fair; treat him otherwise and there may be an issue. Or five. Or simply something missing from your cargo’s smooth passage through this bustling port. Shrink happens, more so in a vast, impossible to account for everything corporation such as Ubiquidyne Industries. Remember that you can trust that Ernesto will make sure everything runs smooth.
And Ernesto keeps this hub running smoothly with Ol’ Number 7, a Caterpillar 808F skid loader. It dutifully runs the bays with the only hiccup being a leaky shock in the left rear that he’s been threatening to fix for well over a Sol year if he ever gets a chance. Along with Ernesto, she’ll make sure any cargo is given the best care money can buy and that your time on Rospaw is a smooth one.
Fourth wall: Well, as soon as I said I was going to focus more on trophy fig scale and there about, I go and get an itch to build this. It comes about as I actually sat down and started working on Hecate again. Yes, she’s still here taking up a good chunk of real estate and screaming at me every day to work on her. So I did. A little bit anyways, minor stuffs as proofs of concept more than anything. But I started getting back into the swing of mental disparity that is building something on this massively stupid scale, which is to eat it as you would an elephant: Small bites. And the small bite I needed next was a forklift. I found exactly what I was envisioning as a suitably futuristic loader HERE and made some slight alterations for more weight, balance, and strength. I wanted it to look like Ripley’s loader without being a walking facsimile (while I adore it, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with wheels and treads.) So here ya’ll go with no promise that Hecate will be done soon or that I will concentrate on her or anything for that matter. I’m just building so long as my back and hands hold out.
Cheers!
This is a long story, but I promise it's a good one :)
This was my mom's birthday present to me this year: The Leica IIIb. This particular camera was the 50th one the company produced way back in 1940. It was my mom's first camera which she started using in high school, and eventually she and my dad travelled all over Europe with it.
It was passed down to my mother by my grandfather, and that's where the story gets interesting. My grandfather, a Jew, was born and raised in Cologne, Germany, right around the time that Hitler was coming to power. One day, as a teenager, he and his brother were riding their bikes through town and passed a Hitler rally in front of a church. They were stopped and ordered to salute... or else. When they refused they were beaten, but allowed to go on their way after finally giving a reluctant "heil Hitler."
Grandpa knew it was time to get out while he still could, and in the late 1930s he left his homeland to come to America. When WWII started he joined the US Army as an engineer and was sent back to Germany to fight the Nazis, which I always thought was pretty badass.
And that's where he got this camera. Actually, he won it in a poker game.
Now, I'd be really curious to know two things: first, where did the guy Grandpa won it from get it in the first place? I mean, he sure as hell didn't buy it, it wasn't like we were trying to support the German economy at the time. Maybe he stole it from a bombed out store? I'd like to think he plucked it off a dead Nazi officer, but your guess is as good as mine.
Second, I really want to know what Grandpa's winning hand was.
Anyway, for the rest of the war, Grandpa shot many photos of the war around him with this here Leica. Soldiers in transport trucks; buildings turned to rubble; bridges that lay half sunk in the Rhone river. His company was among the first to liberate the concentration camps, and the horrifying images he captured there of countless bodies piled a dozen feet high will stay with me for the rest of my life.
As luck would have it, his company ended up in Cologne at the war's conclusion. And among all the devastation, one of the few buildings that remained standing was the church where, a decade earlier at a Hitler rally, he and his brother had been beaten into saluting the greatest villain of the 20th century. So he handed the camera to a fellow soldier and had his picture taken at that very spot with a look on his face that says "Hey asshole, remember me?"
So now it's my turn. This camera has been around. It's photographed things that no one should have to see, but also captured moments of joy, experimentation, and exploration. It's obviously very valuable, but to my family it's priceless, and while the tempting thing to do would be to keep it on a shelf somewhere safe, well... somehow I don't think Grandpa would have wanted that.
Grandpa would have wanted you to view it large.
March 2023
Session V
(pulled ISO 800)
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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
Explore #385
"Yeah there's a hole in my soul
But one thing I've learned
For every love letter written
There's another one burned
So you tell me how it's gonna be this time"
Hole in my soul - Aerosmith
Anyone loves Aerosmith???
I drew this just now.. it's how Trump makes me feel!
I'm protecting myself with a Susan Richards (The Invisible Woman) type force field...and Trump is trying with all his might to smash thru it! 😞
November 2023
Session I; also take a look at her stuff!
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