MySpace sucks. I'm basically just waiting for all my friends to migrate.

Speaking of migration, I'm going to be sorting though my old MySpace blog posts and deleting entries. The good ones will be carried over to MY STADY where the can roam free.

MySpace is a dinosaur. If not for my friends I'd already be gone.

(I can't post all the pictures on the blog. There's more on my photobucket account. And if they ever post the pictures on the website I'll share those too. This was originally posted on Tuesday, October 31, 2006.)




I'm back! And a quick google search reveals I did not come up with the term party lag in my last blog. Well fuckitty fuck fuck fuck McFuck! Whatever man. So where was I? Oh yeah, I finally got inside.




I was not prepared for this. I've never been to such a club. Not even that situation! But after that night, I can't get enough. It was great! I had so much fun! Now the regular club scene looks unbelievably dull by comparison. I've been spoiled rotten. So let me tell you about this thing.

First thing I usually do is drink. I like to let loose the inhibitions first. I down that shot with the QUICKNESS. Actually since I was alone I wasn't going to drink that much. What do you mean "Awwww?" You all were given plenty of notice! It's YOUR fault I went alone! Who's playing that violin? I only drank a total of two times actually. First was a Corona and second was a Long Island Iced Tea. I was served by the attractive, friendly, but mostly attractive, Jo. I hope I tipped you well because I'm working on a new system. Two dollars for beers and three dollars for mixed drinks. I hope that's fair. Should I be paying more? I'm really trying to kill that stereotype that black people don't tip well. I overcompensate sometimes when I tip. Let's move on.

So let's see, on the flyer it says there was going to be live sex shows. Well, there are laws about what you can and can't get away with in a club so I took this with a margarita. *drum-kick* I saw things. Brutal things. I saw penis torture. Penis and ball torture. It really wasn't my cup of tea. It was pretty terrible, actually. But it drew a crowed! And speaking of stereotypes, the guys being tortured were big fat and hairy! I know what you're thinking, like Eurotrip! And pretty much any other film like it. I don't think they had German accents, though. With those zippered masks on it's hard to tell what they were saying.




Let's see, what else? Lot's (is that...do I need the apostrophe there? God I suck at grammar.) of people being led around by chains and collars. Most of them walking on all fours as their masters drank at the bar. There was some type of vignette with an evil female scientist spanking people. At least i think that's what it was. I didn't watch much of that. Then there was my favorite sex show.




Again, these are more like vignettes. It was these two smoking hot asian chicks doing stuff to each other. And while all I hot to see what a nipple here and there, it was still totally alsome. (That's how us cool kids say it.) No really, I stood there and watched some of the hottest made for Cinemax erotica for a good forty minutes. And I was wearing the mask. It was big tease yet entertaining. I don't know, I rather watch that than go to a strip club. Actually I went to a strip club once with my friends from work (The Answer Group) and it totally sucked. That's a story for another day. But I did say they did stuff to each other. Mostly kissing and groping and licking. Their act needs a lot more kissing and licking, though. I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it.



Haha! I just remembered how all the guys whipped out their...cameras when this spanking frenzy started. I'm sure the barer (GET IT!? BARE! HAHAHAHA!) of this 'donk was happy about that.

Oh, and I just remembered there was a dude walking around with an inflatable penis. And it had a strobe lite under. I understand the inflatable penis, but the strobe light? I should have asked, right? Oh well, next year.


Ah yes, I watched them dance around for a bit. And then later on I dance with the one in the back there. No really. See, the thing is, everybody was really friendly. Really really friendly. No one was unapproachable. I showed my boss these pictures and he asked if I grabbed her boobs. I laughed uncomfortably and said "No." Frnakly, I don't know what the protocol for that sort of thing is. Not yet. Actually the thought didn't enter into my head. I had a really good time without performing mammograms on random womens. And there was a lot of topless folk there. The way I see it, there's a certain trust involved. I don't see it as an invite. How we going to go from dancing to third base in such a short span of time? That isn't like me. Would you touch them if they were clothed?

I just don't yet know the rules of engagement and FOR NOW, I'm perfectly happy respecting the borders. Feel free to call me fag/gay over this. Whatever man!

I have to say, though, the women here are VERY proud of their bodies. The men too, but I don't think guys have as much a self esteem issue as women do. In this club I saw beauty of all shapes and sizes, and it was mostly because I could FEEL that confidence. They owned it, man. a lot of them just came in some type of bottom and boots. And maybe some body paint. This goes both ways. Dogs can smell fear, people can smell confidence. I know it was dark and all but I don't think I saw too many breast implants that night. I did see a lot of body modification. Fangs, brands, tatoos and random other shit I don't even know what to call. I went into sensory overload.

I just hope they didn't have to wait long outside because it was mighty cold!

There was a costume contest. Edward Scissorhands won. It was no contest, the crowed cheered for him the longest. I cheered for everyone. You should have seen them in person. Oh wait, NONE OF YOU REPLIED TO MY BULLITENS! Check out that Medusa.



 I got my picture taken several times but I wonder if I'll ever see them. I've constantly been checking the website. In fact I intentionally didn't bring my camera. First because it's fucking huge. And second when I called again they said there would be professional photographers. Even withought I probably still would have left my bulky camera behind. These were all taken with my camera phone. I must say they came out better than I expected. I didn't take many pictures because of the photographers. I'm sure there's a shot of me on the speaker in someone's roll of 35mm somewhere. They were also shooting a video so most likely I'll be buying that to see myself. You hear that Leyla? There's footage of me dancing! (Long story. Don't ask.)

Dancing was great. The dance floor got very corwded very quick. ever since I was young I loved being in cramped places. When we were moving I would hide between all the boxes and just laugh contently. I love being around other people. And I couldn't be happier. All the sites and colors and good vibes, it was energizing.

Oh, forgot to mention they gave away Halloween candies! At the bar in plastic pumpkin heads! I had myself a few gummy things. I could tell what they were shaped like in the dar

OH MY GOD THE RINGING JUST STOPPED! I CAN HEAR CLEARLY ONCE MORE! Sorry. It's just that every time that happens I wonder if there's permanent damage.

Oh, someone tried to smoke weed in there. It smelled like an aftershave I used to wear. Yeah.

The age range was random. Very random. It went from young folk to older folk. People I think that were probably in their late fifties or even older. I can't hate on that. If you're that old and you're still into it and getting yours then much respect. They were mingling just like the rest of us. Did I mention how friendly and inviting this atmosphere was? I did?

There were two sections by the way. The fetish dungeon was downstairs and the dance floor was upstairs. I've mostly spoken about the downstairs, and I will continue to! This place was nuts. Towards the end of the night, people (mostly dudes) were getting their foot fetish on. Dudes were sucking on womens toes like it was the cure for ebola virus or something. And the women didn't even get ticklish! They're pros at it I'm sure. These guys were really into it. They were kissing feet and licking and sucking. And yet the ladies didn't laugh. They looked almost disinterested!

I'm not into the whole feet thing but I had a co-worker at Best Buy that was. I forget his name. He would have been in heaven here. The guy was so obsessed that when the guys would come up to him and be like, "Check out that girl over there looking at the cameras". He'd usually respond with, "She's okay but she should've worn sandles or something." He wore an anklet. He quit!

It's not easy dancing with that mask on. Especially not with my horns. I had to be careful not stab anyone. Especially not all those bare chested women. Yikes! But actually I made out okay. I incorpoated it into my dancing. Kind of like a bull. I can't really describe it. So I won't! Just rest assured no boobs were harmed.


And that's it. The stream of concoiusness ends here. I hope you've enjoyed reading it.

Happy Halloween!

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Quicktime 640x480 version available: 005 Bubble Battle After Party



Here's the footage I shot from the Bubble Battle NYC After Party. The party was a blast and the chiptune was an aural delight. I really dig the people at loft parties. That layer of pretension gets checked at the door. Everyone's chill, it's just a gathering of really together cats. I can't think of a single asshole from that party. I danced almost the entire time. When I wasn't dancing I was tits deep in heavy conversation about God-knows-what. I made friends that night. I didn't leave the premises until after the sun came up, but not before we (those actually living at the Wonderland Collective), had breakfast. This party ended well after question mark. I slept the entire next day.

This video may or may not contain the following performers: Bit Shifter, Bubblyfish, Glomag, Nullsleep, The Rev. (List copied from Self-Referential Title.) The "may or may not" part stems from the fact that I only recorded four performers, one of whom is obviously Bubblyfish. I didn't put her name in the video since I'm not so sure which guys I taped. I thought it would look odd if I credited her and nobody else. I tend not to plan these things in advance. I took only my pocket camera with me because I was just there to chill.


I tried to get a photo of Lori and Kevin together (they run newmindspace.com) but they had to leave the party early. Lori had flown in from Canada the night before and if I remember correctly she was going on 48 hours without sleep. But I could be wrong -- this is how rumors get started! I didn't take many photos of the performers; I was too busy body movin' to their squelches and bleeps. I'm surprised I didn't dislocate something. Good show, the lot of you.

I usually aim for pin sharp photos but with this camera it really couldn't be helped. As you hear in the video I left the better model at home. I didn't want to be weighed down with a heavy kit. These pictures may be blurry but they have a charm all their own. I like them!

More photos: Bubble Battle NYC After Party @ Wonderland Collective

It's a bit arbitrary, don't you think? I demand to see the conversion chart! Is it like those charts on the back covers of composition books? How many farthings in one Hail Mary? And why is prayer being used to punish you? Doesn't that send out a mixed message? Isn't prayer supposed good or something? If I ever step inside a church again I'm asking these questions!

Here's a random selection from my haul that night. You can find the rest here.


Let's get physical.


Gang signs?


There was a lot of the hair tossing.


This one is precious to me. It's more difficult to capture someone dancing without it looking stupid than you realize!


There was nowhere to plug in a machine so we had to blow our own.


You will have to watch an upcoming video for an explanation.


All the photos are naked in a sense. I didn't PhotoShop them or anything. What you see is what was there. It's not that I have anything against PS, it's just that I don't have the time for it. At least not now. If you want to see some amazing photos that have been so molested (in the good way), then look no further. If only I had the time...



If anybody has anecdotes they want to share from the silent rave leave me a voice mail so I can include it in the video. Your deadline is Tuesday.

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I worked on another photo. This was taken at the first annual New York Comicon. The next one is in April but I don’t think I’ll be going. There aren’t that many cosplayers at NYCC and that’s the very reason I go to nerd cons. I was never happy with how dark the photo turned out but I liked the costume and wanted to try and fix it.





She’s so cute! The costume turned out nice and I was able to bring out more of the face thanks to Adobe Lightroom. If it’s possible to make the photo look any better I’d love to know how.

Nevermind why I’m still awake at this hour, just humor me and look and this:





Here’s the story behind this. I was at NYAF and complaining--as I am wont to do--about the lighting. BASIIK suggested I adjust the light mode on my camera. I wasn’t about to ignore her. I mean afterall her photos look great! But she also has one of those heavy duty digital SLR things. Her camera might be better at it than mine. All I know is I ended up with a lot of pictures that looked cold. I don’t blame you BASIIK, I was going to learn that lesson sooner or later. That’s the thing, everything I know about photography I’ve learned by making mistakes. Regular readers of this blog (all six of you) have probably figured that out by now.

I won’t go into the details of how I did it (hi, Google), but sufficed to say I’m happy with the result. I’m sure it could be better but for a first effort I think I did okay. Though, I don’t plan to toil in Lightroom playing with levels for hours on end. I rather work on my shooting and not have to correct it later.

BUT! I will be fixing a few other NYAF photos because they’re totally worth it. They look really good and like to be able to print them out and display them.

The quality gets better if you choose the Quicktime version on my blip.tv page but that doesn't seem to be an embedding option right now. This was the first video I allowed blip.tv to transcode. It turned out okay!

I'm sorry this took so long. The simple answer is I lost my momentum. I got IMMEDIATELY sick the following day and that lead to a few weeks of me feeling icky. I got better, but then other shit kept me from working on this, or anything else for that matter. You know how it is. So this weeks I was suddenly motivated to go through my pics again. But what I've really been motivated to do lately is post more video. I'm hoping you'll like what I have planned.

This was so long ago, I want to say her name is Amber?


I likes to shoot candids.


This guy is totally going to score.


I'm spotted!


So cute!


Or maybe this girl is Amber? SOMEBODY THERE WAS NAMED AMBER. I hate that I forget their names.

More lovely TRASH! deviants here.

These parties are pretty badass. Get yourself on the indierotica mailing list before you miss the next one.

In before testicles.

Let me know if you have any problems playing that. It's twice the bitrate of your average YouTube video and your computer may not be able to handle it. If that's the case I'll gladly upload a lower bitrate version for you to watch.



Many of them came only in suit and tie. In the freezing cold.


Oh the wit!


This gentleman can't wait to get home and "Google" all the material he's been handed!


Yeah!!


The blind guy that came to the protest was kind of a downer. I know it wasn't his fault, but still...


The Anonymous are cat people. So am I.


Humor aside, I found it all very interesting. They didn't act like people at a nerd convention. The demonstration was carried out like almost any other protest I've been to. I say "almost" because without a leader to direct them their chanting would sometimes blend into each other. Anonymous' message, and I suppose a large point of the whole thing, was to clarify that they don't hate Scientologists. They were protesting--in their words now--it's deceitful practices. I'm trying not to be opinionated about this but it's difficult not to be when you've been presented with eye opening information.

It should be mentioned that Rev. John Carmichael, the President of the Church of Scientology in New York, made an appearance. You have to give him credit for that. You have to realize the protestors put him in a defensive position. They're out there, and they're telling everyone that he lies and he steals. That's an uphill battle! I say good for him. No, nothing at all was accomplished, but honking cars, loud protestors and zero degree weather aren't ideal conditions to have a debate.

Here are links to a Wikipedia page, Scientology's website, and an Scientology protest site. In this way I hope you'll be able to see it from all sides--neutral, pro and con.

Makes me laugh every time.

The cartoon above succinctly illustrates the reason behind my never telling people about, nor making any effort, to celebrate my birthday. When I was in grade school I invited my classmates over to "Party at my place!" It was only a bitter handful showed up at my doorstep. It was very obvious that I had planned for a bigger turnout. It was depressing. The memory of it is enough to make me want to slit my wrists—the proper way! Well, so goes the saying, "Once bitten, twice shy." It was from then on that I chose never to risk a low turnout ever again. And it's only now as I write this that I finally admit to this behavior.

I suppose it's time I shed that old insecurity. I'm better than that. I have a fuckton of friends, too! And conversely, not as many enemies. I'm talking about flesh and blood actual human beings here! For my next birthday, something is definitely going down. And you're all invited! Though, you might have to wait a while, my birthday was yesterday.

In case you didn't know today is Ash Wednesday. A game I like to play is to count how long I can keep from laughing when I see someone I know wearing them. I also like to approximate the ash smearing method of the person that did it to them. Some people get massive ash marks on their foreheads, yet with others one can barely tell. You know, you can read my synopsis of Ash Wednesday from last year. I probably wrote the same fucking shit. By the way, it appears Google changed their logo to reflect the Christian holiday.

Hello girlies, I hope you are both feeling well. But if you aren't I can't help but feel partly responsible. For the past week I've been bed ridden with the flu.

At first I thought it was because I spent so much time outside that evening. But then I remembered that the flu is a viral infection. Well, I know I didn't make any "contact" with anyone that night, (I was too busy to get busy), so I think it had to do with our repast.

And it's not so much the sharing aspect, no, I think it had to do with the fact that we ate it on the dirty subway. I mean, who knows what's in the air? It probably got into the food.

Really, I hope you girls didn't get sick. I've obviously forgotten your names by now. To the brunette, I was more than happy to share with you guys. Although honestly the way your eyes were following my food you kind of left me no choice. Things were going to get barbaric at any moment. (LOL) But what kind of asshole doesn't share food?

Well anyway, you have my information so I expect to hear from you both. I need to know you're okay!



My mother told me that at one point my temperature reached 103°. I call that a new high score! She also said it's the point where delirium sets in. I guess that explains this because I don't remember doing it. The program used was FlickBook DS.

After the Charetta performance on Friday I walked from Don Hill's to Home Sweet Home. That is where the weekly TRASH! parties are now being held. In hind site I should have taken a cab or something. What started as a mild cough on Saturday blossomed into full blown Ebola on Monday. The boss told me to go home and get some rest. My entire body is in pain but I'm not enjoying it.

It's my own damn fault. In the future, if it's cold outside, I'm taking a cab. I feel so lousy.

Once I gather the strength I'll share the photos I took. Meanwhile, I've called my lawyer to update my will -- just in case.




Oh Lord...

Look at these fucking pictures. I hate them! But less than 24 hours ago I thought they were okay. Maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something, but when I look at the photos I take I'm never happy with them. I keep striving for perfection.

Please, if you value the little sanity I have left, tell me the TRUTH. Am I an okay/satisfactory photographer, or not? Because in my own mind I feel I'm pretty fucking amateur at this shit.



And I swear to God I'm not fishing for compliments. If you can't think of a way to nicely tell me I suck then just don't respond. Or, you don't have to be nice about it at all. If you don't want to respond then don't. No pressure! I can take the heat though, believe me. I mean, I give myself shit about this ALL THE TIME.

It's just a pattern I've recently grown aware of. Self-awareness is great but it doesn't fix anything. I mean, really, how can a guy be happy with his photos one moment and then hate them the next?

For the record, almost all the pictures I've shared I think could have turned out better. I'll look at them and think, "FUCK! I could have taken a better shot! I WASTED AN OPPORTUNITY! I SUCK!"

A view from the stage.

These are photos from the Letterist performance in December. I tried to shoot a music video that day but my video camera is a piece of shit that buckles under low light. I'm thinking of just eBay-ing the thing to help me pay for a Canon HV-20 I've had my eye on. Actually, I don't need to sell it to afford the HV20, I just don't want it in my house anymore. If you live in New York you can make me an offer for it. I'll bring it somewhere (Union Square?), so you won't have to pay shipping. It works fine in daylight but don't attempt to shoot in low light or dark rooms.



In my last post I told you I was a little worried because TRASH! was no longer throwing their weekly parties. I happy to say we can put those fears to rest, TRASH! has returned! Here's the news straight from DJ Jess -- which I copied off the Shaw Promotion website:




Jess definitely has a writing style. The only quesion remaining is WILL YOU BE THERE? Wild horses couldn't keep me away. I hope to see you there next week. And the week after. And so on.

I just gave you two weeks notice to get your shit together -- use them! If you have no idea what TRASH! is or are curious about the crowd, there's pictures, parties, sex and evidence up on the Indierotica website.

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FUCK! I just remembered Charetta's playing at Don Hill's on the 18th. I PROMISED them I was going to be there! Well, shit, perhaps I can do both? 'Wild horses couldn't keep me away', but my friends ALWAYS come first.