oh, gah, so i finally just admitted to my age on my profile. not that i'm not proud of being 34 and stil "cool," (shit, i still feel 25, but just a very wise 25) but there is so much stigma about being over 30. well, being near to mid-30.
suddenly, everyone under the age of 28 seems to automatically stick you in the "ol'... Read More
Hmm -- maybe you need to do like I did and sell your soul to Satan...again!
I know exactly where you're coming from about how people stick you into the 'over the hill' category, but I say fuck 'em. Lack of education on their part! It's how you live your life that matters, not what your "age" is. Hell, do you think people gave a damn about age before someone sat down and figured out "time"? For me I've always looked at it as more of a concept than anything.
This concept of matching musicians to nudie cuties is a good one and much better than my old employer (Playboy) has been doing. They get various rap artists to do the shoots which end up being boring.
I'd like to see Jim Thirwell (of Foetus, Scraping Foetus off the Wheel, Foetus under Glass, etc) do a shoot. Or those merry lads from Neubauten. Maybe the Dwarves for some really questionable sleeze!
o.k., people -- i need help. i'm going in to see my tattoo artist on wednesday and i need some suggestions...
it's going to be another medieval piece (i'm working on sleeves)...unfortunately, i haven't got a single picture of my current one (GAH! buy a digital camera already you dweeb!), but they are all along the lines of this.
that's not the best pic of me...but since i gave up the corporate life, i don't have access to photoshop (i've tried to steal it, really...didn't work), so this is the lowest res image i've got. oh well. that is the most white clothing you'll ever see me wear. i'm the one on the left and my girl Bek is the one in the purple... Read More
okaaaayyyyy...i'm back from that evil place i like to call the self-depreciation zone. you know, that place you go after too many cheap beers...when you're really tired and have decided that that is the exact moment you should try to figure your entire life out?
yeah. o.k. i think i'm going to try to erase that last entry. it sucked.
so i'm finailly here...fuck. good. now i have two journals to keep up to date. shit. and i've gotta earn a living (enough to live in nyc -- which is a hell of a lot), work out enough to keep my sanity, figure out what the meaning of life is, and masterbate.