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I walk out my door and lock it behind me.  I head down the stairs, avoiding the vomit, crack vials and the bum that has taken up permanent residence in the stairwel at ground level.  As I step over, he groans and holds out his hand out of habit.  I snort and spit a snotty wad into his palm.  After the time that I told him I was broke and he assaulted me, I have taken a particular dislike for this particular waste of human flesh.

I let the front door of the building slam shut and hear another piece of glass break against the sidewalk as the shattered window slowly releases itself from the frame.  I stuff my hands in my pockets and watch as my breath turns to fog and drifts out toward the street.  I look down the street and head off down the block.

As I turn the corner onto 10th, my phone rings.  “Yeah,” I say.  It’s one of my clients.  By client I mean someone I crack systems and write worms for. Read more »

Child Figurine

So, I have gone on a second field trip.  I kind of enjoyed it, so I may just continue to do these for a while.  This time I took my Holga and my Canon.  The photos here are from the Canon since I haven’t had a chance to develop the film from the Holga yet.  I may post an edit later if any other photos came out from the Holga that I like.  So, anyway, I think the other thing that I am finding I enjoy is shooting cemeteries.  Moreover, I like shooting them in nice, bright daylight.  It makes them seem almost warm and inviting. I always feel peacful in a cemetery and I feel that a lot of photographers tend to make them spooky when they otherwise wouldn’t be.  It’s just my thing. Read more »

Girl from Night of the Living Dead

Trolling the internet for Zombies, as I am wont to do, I discovered a page that was too cool to pass up.  A scientific perspective on how zombies work.  This article is really cool, though a little more than I could get through in a single sitting.  That being said, there was a great deal of reasearch that went into this article.  Everything from books to history to Voodoo.  It’s all there!

Now, for as neat as a scientific review of the condition of being a zombie is, the real reasons we love zombies are covered at the end of the how it works article.  Specifically, zombies in popular culture and zombie self defense.  These parts cover things like differentiating between a zombie and some other sort of undead creature, zombie versus virus and what to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse.  They have such common sense suggestions as “don’t panic,” which probably warms the hearts of Hitchhiker’s Guide fans everywhere, “find shelter with food” and “don’t give a weapon to anyone that is hysterical.”  Definitely an article well worth the read!

Michelle Obama Speaks with Kids

Michelle Obama held a press conference with grade-school kids.  Cool beans.  They talked about the new dog at the White House.  Okay, that’s great.  Here’s where I get bugged about it, CNN had a two-minute feature on this in the middle of their national news.  When I watch the national news, I want to get information about really important things.  I want to know what the Congress and Senate are doing.  I want to know what President Obama is doing to alleviate the national financial crisis.  I want to know about things that affect the nation. Read more »

Parking Sign Thumb

I started digging around in the archives to see what I had hding there.  I have a ton of photos laying around.  I should probably start thinking about pulling them out and sharing them.  What good are photos if nobody ever gets to see them?  With that thought in mind, I pulled some of the photos that I took a couple of years ago now.  I spent about a week-worth of time in Oklahoma visiting family.  While I was there I got a chance to photograph some really interesting places. Read more »

Depeche Mode 2009

So, apparently I, along with most of the rest of the world, missed the free Depeche Mode concert in Hollywood on Thursday.  It was  put on in order to “introduce the new album.”  Read that as “to promote the new album.”  Read that as “shameless promotion.”  But I digress.  I am still a fan and I still would have enjoyed seeing them for free.  Here’s the thing:  I didn’t want to be in the crowd (see picture below).  Apparently it shut down Hollywood all over near the intersection of Hollywood and Vine. Read more »

Perez Hilton's artwork, I'd be proud.

Leave it to a Hollywood fashion failure and general semi-literate gay man to tear into the only type of person that he could find lower on the literacy totem pole than he is.  Yep, you have to love Perez Hilton.  He shows up at the Miss USA contest and asks a girl her opinion on a weighty political issue that is currently a hot-seat issue in California where Proposition 8 was just passed and where Carrie Prejean is from.  The gay community is furious and the conservative community is feeling self-righteous over the success of Prop 8.  Perez, blinded by his righteous indignation, decided to lash out.

So, in a contest where the women are there solely for looks, Perez decided to ask a hot-button question like “how do you feel about gay marriage.”  Now, mind you, this is a man that feels that a good way to introduce an article, about someone that he seems to respect, is by saying “Oprah is depressed and fat.”  I can’t imagine what kinds of enlightening things he might say, or ask tomorrow.

Mind you, I voted against prop 8 myself, but for someone to be so militant and ungracious when invited to be a part of a beauty pageant this high-profile really disgusts me.  Perez Hilton is a sad representative of the gay community.  His juvenile display saddens me and I am thankful today that I’m straight so I don’t have to worry about people judging me based on this sad sack’s actions. If his words weren’t immature enough, his wonderful addition to the photo that he pulled from Associated Press proves that he is a truly professional and serious journalist.

Oh, and Perez, I’m just down the I5 from you.  We can ‘grab coffee and talk’ any time.

Photo Source: Perez Hilton

The overhead lamp illuminates the street and my foot as I push the rolled tarp over the edge of the bridge.  A little piece of sheet flutters in against the wind as the package rushes toward the ground below.  Just after I kicked the roll, I turn and head back to my car.  Everything must have touched down end up because I hear a slap and a crunch somewhere below me.

I get back into my car on the passenger side and wrinkle the covers of a magazine atop those I piled there.  Everything is jaundiced looking from the dome light, and I can see a muddy hand print on the seat.  I look down, and next to the pink and blue of the teeny magazines I bought there is a print in blackened mud of my hand on my brand new plush. Read more »