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Hi. I've probably told you this before, and not to sound creepy or whatever, but you're really beautiful!

how could i be anything but nice to a girl as beautiful as you? Jon x

Yes to Beth. Why not?

-jamie

Y'all (see my first five years of life spent living in the South coming out there?) were right down the block from me.

That is all.

Bastards.

Not really.

Heh - I did know you were gonna be shootin' videos and stuff (and Sid does live, literally, down the block from me) but I was holed up doing this damn "law school" thing all weekend.

BASTARD LEGAL WORLD!

And you better get out here for more events. Sid is a little social coordinator. Obey her.

What the deuce was that flash animation you showed me? Was I supposed to be laughing the crap impersonation of the head-crushing guy from KITH? The sadness of the Internet? The super-hero "Nose Hair"?

Because I was offended by that mocking of The Internet. Without it, how would I ever get to do a little something I like to call "Penis in Vagina"??


FRECKLES!!

Baby, I'd love to talk to you on the phone!

I musta been drunk that once...won't happen again. ever. I promise.

I just checked out your website, I know you were talented but holy wow! Nice work


MM

My favorite big-nosed friend once introduced me 'round as his sister for no discernable reason. He then spent several minutes apologizing when someone said, "Oh yeah, you guys have the same nose. I can see the resemblance." The funniest part? We really do have the same nose and I don't mind at all.

for huge honkers

Well, I don't make friends with any old naked girl. But smart naked girls are the only weakness I have greater than bacon cheeseburgers.

Nice supporting role in Bailey's set!

GGGGGrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I hate art teachers! Well, ok, not all of them. But i only had one good one when i went to school full time for TWO YEARS!!!! I mean GoodGodDamn! Amen!

So i have to tell you the story of why i quit art school. Well, it was avariety of factors that were piling up to make me want to quit really. But this particular teacher was the one who soured it for me like so much urine in a bottle instead of mountain dew. She was really really in to stuff being "conceptual" whereas i just wanna make something feckin cool looking that maybe has a little story behind it. We had to submit several sketches and a 2 page write up of our plans for our final painting project to her for approval, and then we had to meet with her to discuss the idea. Basically she told me my plan wasn't "deep" or "conceptual" enough. That i needed to incorporate symbolic elements into the painting other than what i had. She said she wanted me to come up with a new idea and then basically just told me what i should do. So at this time i was going under an art scholarship where i had to get 3.5 GPA in ALL of my art classes, so i just basically let her talk me into changing my entire piece. So i work really hard, make the piece really complex, but it is oil paint and we only have like 4 days, and everything gets a little muddy looking. It still turned out ok, but i still like my original idea better. So along comes the "Review Circle" which basically means the teacher critiques you in front of everyone. So she says "well, i don't know. Maybe this is too conceptual. Sometimes it is good to make a painting that is just beautiful in of itself, without such visual complexity. I think the meaning is lost. You should have gone with your original idea." I got a D on my final project which was around 40% of the grade, AAAAAAHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! If i had a fork at the time it would have felt nice to be poppin me some eyeballs.

So basically i dropped out of school because that was the final horrific experience i ever wanted to have with rediculous art teachers. Maybe i will go back to school someday, but i dread it. I hate upper level painting teachers .....they are so full of it.

-Slie

p.s. Daria rawks because unfortunately it seems too true....rawk awn

I love your appearance in Bailey's set.

P.S - Holy fuckholedom, you're a cute youngster. I was just a chubby version of my father until I hit 17.

I read through all that well-done ranting, agreed with it, found it enlightening and amusing, but because I'm who I am, the phrase that sticks with me is "midget salad tossing".

And honestly, not as a sexual image, but as a chain of stores that would sell freshly made salads, all tossed by trained midgets.

Remind me to get more sleep, please.

Oh, and you're awesome. In case you were wondering.

Internet drama be damned, etc.

indeed it seems we are all six fingered and french while on the interweb. on the flipside, however, that very same patinkin-ness provides a bravado that can be put to good means.

your paintings are great...remind me some of my two favorite painters - schiele and freud.

4 and 6- but all look sexy.

well that's probably for the best. after all aren't i a loser?

Amen.

wow i love the art