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All a work in progress.

here's a yule log-



if you watched the first twenty seconds, there's really no need to watch the remaining parts of the video because its all the same. unless you like the chipmunks song, in which case, feel free to watch the whole thing.

not great, but what were you expecting when the subject said yule log.

fun fact about the making of this yule log- it crashed my computer about ten times while i was trying to make it.

enjoy!

here is my new cartoon-



enjoy!

i was going to make a cartoon about some of the other fun things that me and ace have been doing, but i didn't think i would be able to truly capture what it was like to be seeing Van Halen live(!!!) and in person(!!!), so i drew velvet revolver instead. i don't think they'd mind.

next stop- stop animation.

Have only a couple minutes before my stupid broadband pc card flakes out and the internet gets disconnected, so i figured i mind as well do some blogging before that happens.

Courtesy of superbad goober, me and oscar got to go to the beastie boys all instrumental show at the wiltern tonight. it was awesome. lots of instrumental shit. oscar knew the percussion player, fredo. he fucked up during heart attack man or tough guy, and it was real obvious, but overall it was the shit. jimmy james, live at pjs, the money mark song about him dreaming on a bus, son of neck bone, and motherfuckin' gratitude was plyed live with real instruments!!! three exclamations for that. thanks again to the goober.

ate a bacon wrapped hot dog when i left. and i got to eat a grilled jalapeno also. hope the shits don't occur because of that delicious decision.

as i went home, i remembered that my dad told me that he was either glazing or priming the floor of our old house (of which i am guarding and sleeping in), and said that i could not sleep there tonight, so i had to drive to alhambra to sleep in the new house. lo and behold, i get to the new house at about eleven forty five and i go towards the back to get in (i have the key to the back door). unfortunately, nobody told the fuckin' genius that i was coming so the outer back door is latched closed and all the lights are out, meaning i am shit out of luck. i stand there for a second like an idiot. i look towards the sky and quietly scream at yahwey, and decide that what the fuck, i am going ot drive back to the old house and sleep in the driveway. i mean, its my car is pretty comfortable and all.

once i get back to the old place, i decide to check the old place, and luckily, it looks like the floors have (for the most part, pretty much, kinda, i don't think i'm leaving any prints) dried, and i step in, and decide, what the fuck, im gonna sleep inside after all.

the hot dog is resting tight up inside my belly.

as is the jalapeno. mmm...delish.

beasties were awesome.

school starts in about two days and its the home stretch. i have been a hermit the past three months and i feel bad about that, and its only gonna get worse when my e portfolio class starts. fifteen essays in two and a half months. sheesh. no contact for the most part.

gonna try to wroite some songs during this period of time.

whats worse is the fact taht the new metroid game comes out in a week. how am i going to balance some galactidc bounty hunting with school. one of the two things is gonna lose out. i am afraid to guess which.

been to a number of concersts with the goober in the past couple weeks. here they from best to worse: RATT-POISON-311-WAILERS-MATISYAHU. that's right, ratt is the best. the absolute best. best i say.

i'm tired and drunk. time for bed.

fuck school. fuck work. and fuck you. i'm out.

ah, the dog days of summer.

i have a paper that is due by midnight tonight. it is essentially done and i just need to reread it and spellcheck and put the proper grammatical flourishes on it to make it elegant, flow nice-like, so the prof can't help but salivate at the greatness of it.

i have a website that is technically due today but the prof said that it can be turned in on friday midnight. its a big project, so last night, instead of working on it, i popped in Monster Squad and watched that instead. no, that is a lie. i tried working on it, but got tired of looking at the computer.

im up pretty early today. was planning on working on both projects, but instead, have yet to work on either. looks like its just one of those days.

summer school is coming to an end and my final semester begins 2 weeks from now i believe. not much time off.

read some john fante, its good stuff. i have a hard time trying to not emulate him when i write.

work will suck. guaranteed. anyways, i plan on plotting out my website anyways. time is ticking.

been sick the past couple days. starting to recover.

that is all. i have no motivation to write more today.

goober wanted to be mentioned in my blog, and kept hassling me about it yesterday, even when i made it clear that i felt disgusted by computers, laptops, and other internet capable machines because they cause me to associate their existence with the nightmare that is my schooling. but goober was persistent.

so...tada!?! goober is immortalized.

and i am not officially late for work. i should have left about three minutes ago. those three minutes are crucial to my traveling because i am already late even if i had left three minutes ago. its only due to my fast and furious driving techniques that i am able to arrive just in the nick of time, slink in, and hide out in my cubie without nobody being the wiser.

and i am now too late to drink my coffee.

i am also too late in putting on my facial moisturizer. i know i know. but trust me, my face will complain about it later. and i hate complaints.

i began writing a short story yesterday about a fictional character named vincent luch. i have about 4 double spaced pages done. i expect the story to last about twelve.

i don't even have time to make a sandwich. time to go.

oh no! i was supposed to wake up extra early this morning and head over to the library so i could write a paper. instead, im waking up just now with a headache and sweaty balls. this coffee should help with the headache.

once i shower and actually get out of the house, i will have lost 3 hours. so what do i actually have to do? i need to evaluate a library's (can't just write about the one i work at, its stated in the assignment. que lastima.) support of the underrepresented and the minorities. i was planning on heading over to cypress park, but now im starting to think its a bit far and im a bit lazy, so i might just drive the six blocks to the el sereno branch near my house. i can't disturb the natives and im just supposed to observe and write about what they offer or don't offer and a bunch of other guideleines. its not too difficult.

the main problem is that i have a huge monkey on my back that i keep thinking about. i have to learn and work on CSS for my website class, and the assignment is due monday. the teacher estimates it will take about twenty hours to complete the assignemtn. so i need to finish the library assessment as quick as possible without losing the quality that im known to have [believe me, the quality that i have is some A 1 pure columbian shit], and get started on the tedious task of pimping out my page.

you know how sometimes you wish there was a terrorist attack because you had something due and wasn't finished yet or just didn't want to confront something? well, neither have i. thats a terrible thing to think. shame.

so i guess i shouldn't play a round or two of tiger woods golf. then again, it could somehow motivate me to do homework. think i'm on to something here.

watching track & field at the moment on television. why is it that its more exciting every four years and mediocre the years in between? and why is the arcade game track & field still awesome?

i'm just avoiding the inevitable now. i could go to the bank and deposit a check and then head to the comic book store. theres a relatively close one in pasadena that ive never been to. theres a new green lantern title that i want to pick up.

shit.

remember when i said that i was never going to pull another allnighter ever again? yeah, well it wasn't me that said it.