The craziest 5 min dream

So I just woke up from a 5 min nap.
It started out normally.....I waltzed into my room to say hi to Bubs my cat....I lie down next to her and BOOM! Im thrust into this dream.

I entered a room with music playing out of it. It turned out to be a small kitchen, but there was supposedly a shceduled dj night there......I see 5 friends I know...not good friends...some I've never even met, but just familiar faces....all guys....all wearing tuxedo T-shirts....I said to them 'Whaaaat!!! Why didnt anyone tell me that you were gonna all wear ur tux shirts? I woulda worn mine!' I was very dissapointed to not be in on the plan. Then I was instantly in another room. This one was bigger, not much to it tho. And somehow between the kitchen and this room, I had gotten EXTREEEEEEEEMELY stoned. Like I felt it in the dream. A girl I don't know approached me, and started asking me questions about my photos. I think she wanted to hire me....but I was too stoned to listen, even tho I could hear her talking....with her voice acting as background music, I travelled from the 2 rooms, noting what was going on in each, until I realized she had stopped talking, and was waiting for me to respond. I kinda came to and apolagized, stating how stoned I was.....she said 'oh.' Then my vision blurred, and I had an out of body experience in the dream. I could hear her talking to her friend, and I could see the whole scene....even me. She was saying 'this chick is the photo girl I was telling you about, but she's really fucked up right now' I tried to respond, but couldnt. So frustrated, I left the room and floated to the kitchen...which was a lot bigger now....and now there was a whole camera crew in there.....and I saw myself....still stoned....wearing a blonde wig and my nerdy black glasses....lens free.....I heard them talking about how I was to be interviewed for my photos...and the feeling of sheer horror filled me, knowing that I was about to blow my 'big debut' with my inebriated state.

then I woke up.

that was 5 mins.
intense.

dreaming is neat

2 guys, a girl and a pizza place

photo c/o Rachel B

Santa Shoes.

I never liked Santa.
Till now.

Somebody in this world loved Santa so much, they took time and money to paint his face on their shoes.......
Then, for reasons unknown to me, they wound up at a thrift store.
And there Santa waited.
I don't know how long.
But there he was.
And there I was.......
We exchanged glances....
I pretended not to see him.
Guess I was still mad about him never coming to my house.
This quickly faded to sheer awe and amazement.
Who? Why? HOW? What size?
oh yaaaaa, my size. perfect. now I have to buy them. great.....neato......FUCKING RAD!

So now I like Santa.
Turns out he never actually existed.
He never went to anyones fucking house.
You can imagine my relief.

best.
xmas.
ever.

Friday August 7th 2009

Boomin'

On a warm summers eve
At the top of the hill
A plan is set forth
a 'movement' if you will

An alliance of music
A reason to fight
Giving meaning to the line
'This is the Rhythm of the Night'

With heads held high
And dreams made true
An alliance was formed
16 to their crew

A playlist so grand
like, really really big
Shake that body to the music
Is that real or a wig?

Head whips and babes a' plenty
Air guitars their only threat
Did we mention that C+C Music Factory
Is gonna make you sweat???

With all the drinks drunk,
And the night growing tardy
We shall never forget
Tom + Gary's Decentralized Dance Party!

Ze painting of Ze light

What better way to bond with pals than setting up the ol tripodular, and making any scenario you dream up in ur head come to life....
When you have a remote for your camera (or someone elses) the possibilities and fun are literally endless....... literally.


First, I painted ol snockerton himself....he has 3 heads....kinda like lori and dori...with the new edition..... tori.




Then Swilsonian painted me, I thought outside the box and acted out something that isnt true to character in the least........bwaahhaahaha....it isnt.
oh and may I add that he did a fantabulous job of proper exposure....jolly good swillsss, jolly. good.




Next up was Swillsonian.....I took the torch (flashlight) and painted this piece.....His tribute and reenactment to living with allergies......an unfortunate ailment that causes great sorrow and pain is nothing short of gripping.......le tear, le tear.....




This final installment was the teams final attempt at creating an image so powerful that most wouldnt even know what it was.....one worthy of the title, 'The slow jerk'......I encourage you to click on this photo,enlarge and note the awesome illusion of 'floating teeth' we achieved in this tri masterpiece of beauty and originality.




ohhhhhhhh and by the faaaakin way,
did you realize that 10yr olds are now dressing 'hip', stealing your smokes, and sporting cleavage and bad attitudes? Well they are.




oh the humanity.