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Sunday: the personification of perspiration. The glasses are not prescription.(Note: I look so unhappy here. I couldn’t tell when I reviewed the photo, because of the sunshine, or I would’ve gone for another take. Whatevz. It was positively sweltering and I was drenched in sweat.)

Sunday: the personification of perspiration. The glasses are not prescription.

(Note: I look so unhappy here. I couldn’t tell when I reviewed the photo, because of the sunshine, or I would’ve gone for another take. Whatevz. It was positively sweltering and I was drenched in sweat.)

I just sneezed 11 times in a row. I don’t know what this means! What can happen?! If I die, tell the world my story.

I just sneezed 11 times in a row. I don’t know what this means! What can happen?! If I die, tell the world my story.

I know everyone says “I would like to be a superhero” but… I seriously want nothing more than to be a superhero.

To be clear: it is not because I crave power or attention or anything. I just think I’d be really good at it. Plus, what else am I going to do? Anyway, let’s look at the list of character defects:

  • I have a pathological need to help and please other people.
  • I can never really relax my brain.
  • I prefer to be alone almost all the time.
  • I am very reasonable (to the point where people criticize me for it).
  • I don’t sleep very much.
  • I have never been arrested.
  • I have no interest in nor dependence on drugs or alcohol.
  • I have never had the flu or a flu shot.
  • I have never broken a bone.
  • I am already pretty large.

…hello? That’s it! And that’s PERFECT. Saving people and improving the world forever seems like the best way to fully utilize all of these attributes. Also, it would provide me with some semblance of purpose beyond writing and painting stuff.

7:00 AM. In bed. Blinds closed. Lights out. Perfect time to work on some mixtapes, Rob Gordon-style. Naturally, I’m smiling like an idiot for a camera being controlled by no one but myself.

7:00 AM. In bed. Blinds closed. Lights out. Perfect time to work on some mixtapes, Rob Gordon-style. Naturally, I’m smiling like an idiot for a camera being controlled by no one but myself.

At the behest of a certain someone, I took a panoramic shot of my bedroom. It’s an absolute mess. But still, documentation! Also, notes: All the junk on top of the dresser on the far left is being sold on eBay. All the clothes on my couch at the foot of the bed are either being donated, trashed, or repaired in some way. [Just about] All the notebooks and binders on the shelves at the head of my bed are sketchbooks and idea books with artwork and writing dating back over a loooong time. I’m in the process of scanning and transcribing all of them. Thus, the mess. There’s also more notebooks underneath the left side of my desk and in the storage cube nightstand next to my bed.  The thing in the center, in the foreground, is the top of my mini manual treadmill. My desk has a pair of storage cubes on top because I made it a standing desk. That’s also why there’s a noticeable lack of chair. I’m watching Frasier. I’m in that bed RIGHT NOW.

At the behest of a certain someone, I took a panoramic shot of my bedroom. It’s an absolute mess. But still, documentation! Also, notes:

  • All the junk on top of the dresser on the far left is being sold on eBay.
  • All the clothes on my couch at the foot of the bed are either being donated, trashed, or repaired in some way.
  • [Just about] All the notebooks and binders on the shelves at the head of my bed are sketchbooks and idea books with artwork and writing dating back over a loooong time. I’m in the process of scanning and transcribing all of them. Thus, the mess. There’s also more notebooks underneath the left side of my desk and in the storage cube nightstand next to my bed. 
  • The thing in the center, in the foreground, is the top of my mini manual treadmill.
  • My desk has a pair of storage cubes on top because I made it a standing desk. That’s also why there’s a noticeable lack of chair.
  • I’m watching Frasier.
  • I’m in that bed RIGHT NOW.
An ocean for a bedspread.

An ocean for a bedspread.

I don’t know what this face is meant to signify. Embarrassed defiance?

I don’t know what this face is meant to signify. Embarrassed defiance?

Cool with five O’s. (Taken with instagram)

Cool with five O’s. (Taken with instagram)

The hair’s out of control today. This is the Rock-a-Doodle look. (Taken with instagram)

The hair’s out of control today. This is the Rock-a-Doodle look. (Taken with instagram)

The hat hair is real. The look of surprise is not.

The hat hair is real. The look of surprise is not.

Sleep ninja. (Taken with instagram)

Sleep ninja. (Taken with instagram)

I had to cut some wood for a painting. Enter: my Dremel, my all-purpose eye protection*, and smirks. With a marginal amount of photoshopping, I could’ve easily turned this photo into a portrait of me as a mad scientist.* = they’re good for welding, carpentry, working with potent fumes, and cutting onions

I had to cut some wood for a painting. Enter: my Dremel, my all-purpose eye protection*, and smirks. With a marginal amount of photoshopping, I could’ve easily turned this photo into a portrait of me as a mad scientist.

* = they’re good for welding, carpentry, working with potent fumes, and cutting onions

I played with Riley outside for an extended period, this afternoon. The aftermath: he falls asleep on me, on the couch.

Look who just popped up on the couch next to me: a 90 lb. munchkin.

Look who just popped up on the couch next to me: a 90 lb. munchkin.

I went with the “if David Tennant-as-Doctor Who was a college professor who liked military jackets” look.(After I took this, I added a brown merino hooded cardigan underneath the jacket. Because I am a dweeboid. Also: the shoes were brown desert boots. I hope you’re taking notes.)

I went with the “if David Tennant-as-Doctor Who was a college professor who liked military jackets” look.

(After I took this, I added a brown merino hooded cardigan underneath the jacket. Because I am a dweeboid. Also: the shoes were brown desert boots. I hope you’re taking notes.)