she's got a tv eye on me. . .

i won't even tell you what's going on with me right now as far as health shite goes. i have no idea what to even say about it, hahahaha. . . . good time for it to strike, though. . . when i'm fucking without insurance. nothing like being unemployed.



other than that. . . there are two things i should mention: i'm going to be in new york from late July 31st til sometime in the morning of August 3. i'll have an amazing rock and roll hairdresser with me. . . so. . . fuck. . . if you're down you should maybe come by for a shoot. i can't promise much this far in advance, but if you're going to be in NYC, just let me know and we can work something out. i try not to suck too bad, but if you want to look at my work check out the flickr, i guess.




also, i'm going to be in washington DC from late July 3 til the early afternoon of July 6. . . . same idea (but minus the rock and roll hairdresser). i know this is short notice, but we can maybe work something out.




anyway, and ruth ann can weigh in on this a little more fully, if you want to know what it's like living with me. . . it's sort of like musical theatre with intermissions where i act like an asshole. you can read the musical score here: http://twitter.com/cootersings maybe tseeing the songs i sing all day and the photos i take will make you happy. . . .






that's my piranha. we listen to metal together and cut off the sleeves to jean jackets. . . we're bros from way back.





enidblank came by for photos and it was bad ass times. we shot a set in the piss tunnel so it should be great if i didn't butcher it.





that's my bad ass hanging lamp in my bedroom. envy my fantastic taste in decor.

i'm a creepster. . . .

i'm sitting at our local pirate themed donut shop and it's 4 in the morning.



i'm sitting close enough to the bathroom i can hear the hobos/locals/regulars farting in the tiled bathrooms like some sort of freeform jazz.



it's been a minute since my last post. i'm currently not working. it's a long story. . . no real villains, i suppose. make up a good story about why i'm no longer with the company i was at for nearly five years. best story gets a prize.



the donut making fellow was listening to offspring in the back room. it makes me think of the girl i used to want to kiss so badly when i was a younger man and how we had bonded over listening to that on our way to king's island on the band trip. now it's finally playing something more palatable -- black sabbath. something from master of reality, but i can't quite recall the title. listening to black sabbath doesn't necessarily make me think of kissing anyone. it makes me feel like wearing cut off jeans and driving a camaro. . . and maybe being a parolee that has a pregnant 17 year old girlfriend.



anyway. . . .



i was able to buy a little bit of my gear back. i sent out thank you messages to my people, but if i sommehow missed you i want to let you know i'm sort of blown away by the kindness (there were a lot of DN photographers who helped as well as some of my local friends and fellow artists from around the net). i'm honestly sort of an asshole so i could have never anticipated this sort of help. Gwin helped put the chip in fund together and, even though i'm still down one of my lenses and a few other pieces, it's good to be almost back to zero. . . . i may end up going to new york in a week or so. . . . it'll be good to document the adventure.



here are some photos. . . .







looks emo but it's for a photo project. anyone want to have some photos done with you crying in them?







general zod and his 7 toed paws







forcing general zod to be my best friend







photo with an old friend from high school.






antique lamp action in my living room.






comic shop.






i call him abe froman -- the sausage king of chicago






she's dropping elbows.






sophie's choice.






horror lighting.






see the eagle fly.






ladies.






snazzy.


and deviant nation had some themed days set up. basically titty tuesdays, ass wednesdays and tantalizing thursdays. . . . i'll try and cover them with these.

not dead yet. . . .

this is what's been happening. . . .



click that to read it all -- it's worth it.

and here are boobs.

i'm no good at geography.