Vagina Dentata?

An interesting marker of a society's acceptance of sex and things sexual is how it appears in their culture. Based on my experiences today I'm kinda surprised there aren't people walking around in assless chaps fucking of the street corner. This afternoon I went and saw Teeth, a touchin story about a girl who wants to save herself until marriage, until things get a little crazy and her vagina starts biting people's heads off... I never thought that there was an actual history behind these kinds of stories, but there is, and there's even a name, Vagina Dentata. I may never get some of those images out of my mind... but it was definitely humurous.
Then this evening I watched Breaking Bad. I never thought that a show could somehow combine a handjob with the excitement of selling something on eBay for more than you expected. It was a pretty good show, I have been expecting a show like it to copy weeds. A suburban father finds out he has lung cancer and starts cooking meth. He has a loving with and a kid with Cerebral Palsy. Screwball comedy ensues. I can't imagine what my new roommate must have thought as he overheard me watching this show. I don't really care to be honest, he's gonna find out I'm a depraved weirdo eventually.
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The boredom is starting to crush me

Well I knew it was going to happen... it was just a matter of when. I don't really know what I was expecting, I just really didn't think that the icepicks of loneliness would start stabbing me behind the ears this early. If you're my family reading this... DON'T FREAK OUT. Maybe you should stop now. I'm sure everything is going to be fine... but there's really not much to do in a brand new city... surrounded by thousands of people, where you really don't know a soul. Classes start on Tuesday, and I'm sure having a distraction from this boredom is really going to help. But I've really gotten used to life that is easy and filled with constant entertaining distractions. This may be the first time I've lived without cable TV in about 6 years.
Anyway... that's enough of my rant. It's not so much that I'm sad or lonely... it's just that I'm ready to get to class and ROCK NOW! rather than sitting around here with nothing to do but watch Netflix downloads.
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My View

So this is what I woke up to this morning...

Proud to be an Urban Knight

One of the greatest things about College, and often the greatest incentive to many, is the camaraderie that goes along with having a common sports team to root for. Part of having that sports team is having a mascot. USC has the Trojans, LSU has the Tigers, Ole Miss has the Rebels. For some reason, whenever I choose a college I always end up with the gayest mascot possible. Sarah Lawrence had the Gryphons, a mythical creature that could definitely kick some ass but was lame all the same. The Academy of Art has, and this is not a joke, the Urban Knights. Although I really do like the logo that was created for our city dweller friendly mascot, the concept is still ridiculous. This is an art school. We're supposed to be expanding our mind and getting drunk and having sex and then getting our heart trampled upon. How else will we have all of the inspiration that we need to take all of our feelings on the inside and show them to the public. Anyway, I probably shouldn't make fun of all this. I'll probably end up in love with a lesbian on the Women's Rugby team, yes we really do have one.

So I got jewelry put back in my ears today. It feels nice... my ears aren't flapping in the wind today. I spent about three hours round trip going to get them done. It has not really stopped raining since the day that I got here. But it really, really poured today. When I got home I was wet everywhere not covered by my jacket. My feet were soaking wet and my pants are still not dry. I kinda feel like the city conspired to get me here by making the weather perfect when I came to visit. I would have come even if it was rainy, but it's the cities deceptiveness that angers me. Anyway, I still don't have a roommate. But I don't wanna live with any false hope that I never will.
I came across a post by John Foster of the Pixelcorps and Beer School recently that everyone should read about Rocking Later. It's very inspiring and is really interesting coming from the one person who really tried to keep me from coming here.
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The Horror of ID Pictures

Well it's pretty surprising that an expensive University like the Academy of Art would have a homeless student... but apparently I am their first. I certainly look homeless in this picture. You would think that the guy taking the picture would have at least clued me in to the fact that my hair was standing up in random places. Now I just have to figure out how to carry this thing. I can put it on the included lanyard with a pre-requisite flash drive connected, or I can put it in the ID pocket of my ScottEVest. Either way is about the nerdiest thing I could possibly do... but I've got that great homeless picture on the card to make me a little bit edgier.
So I guess this is my third night staying here. The big-ass flashing, humming, probably cancer causing computer system is all set up with a combined 63" of monitor space. The brand new Vizio HDTV is set up and connected to the computer, but the antenna I bought doesn't get any channels and the Mac has no internet yet, so I've been watching Freaks & Geeks non-stop since I set it all up. I still have no roommate, but there is a clear half of the room for him to move into. I would assume he is coming tomorrow... but I would be pleasantly surprised if noone ever did. I think I'm going to go get my ears re-pierced tomorrow by Peter's old friend Mic... I can't really be a college student without at least a few piercings.
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Finally here

Well, here I am. First post from the new room. I have no roommate at the moment, which is a very good thing. My shit is everywhere. I bought this fancy new HDTV, and I bought this fancy new HD Antenna, and I can't get shit. I'm sure I'm doing something wrong, but I need TV god damn it. Anyway, it's really nice. The view out the floor to ceiling windows of my room is of the bay, and I think you can kind of see Alcatraz to the right a little. Hold on, lemme take a picture.

Ok, never mind. Camera phones really don't take good pictures out of apartment windows in the dark. But, it's pretty. You'll get to see it one day. Anyway, I should go to bed now. I have to get up in a few hours and go get myself oriented.

Brightly Colored Buttons

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In-N-Out

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Damn that was good!

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AZ sure looks like TX

Still in Texas!

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Pecos, TX

So I'm sitting here in the most uncomfortable bed ever at the Motel 6 in Pecos, TX. Interestingly right next door to the Quality Inn we stayed at on the way back from L.A. almost 3 years ago. Surprisingly they even have Wi-Fi in Pecos... but sadly, it may be the only thing they have in Pecos. We enjoyed a... flavorful, meal at the Flying J truck stop, because it's all we could find, and then headed back to the hotel. I bought that fancy Busty Skull Nurse shown in a previous post at the Flying J, what will be the first of many really strange things I find at truckstops on this trip.
I woke up at about 4 this morning and couldn't fall asleep, so I took the time to listen to part of the Juno Soundtrack. Kimya Wilson is incredible. It's so simple and lo-fi, yet so lyrically complicated. Maybe complicated isn't the right word, but it's definitely beautiful and interesting.

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The above Moldy Peaches lyrics from "Anyone Else But You" are fascinating to me. And they are even better when sung by Ellen Page and Michael Cera. Anyway, it's about time to get back on the road.
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The best trucstop purchase ever!

The best trucstop purchase ever!
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The Busty Skull Nurse

Dinner?

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In Pecos, Texas.

This is actually French Toast with strawberries, not Blood and Guts.

What?

So believe it or not, in the sleepy town of Abilene, Texas, the Fire Department is actually busier, but slower at the same time? I guess I do get it after reading it a few times, but it sure was a funny front page headline when I saw it at the store.

Crushed cars

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There isn't much worth looking at on the way to El Paso. 650 miles to go.

Bearded O'Brien?

Conan looks like a douche with a beard. And how does that support the writers?
Anyway, this is the 1st post from my phone. I made it to shreveport and in about 8 hours it's off to El Paso. Hopefully we'll get to see OTEP play at UTEP... (No one ever gets that joke.)
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Bearded O'Brian?

Conan looks like a douche with a beard. And how does that support the writers?
Anyway, this is the 1st post from my phone. I made it to shreveport and in about 8 hours it's off to El Paso. Hopefully we'll get to see OTEP play at UTEP... (No one ever gets that joke.)
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Addison

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Finally leaving

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1 day to go

Well, shit! 1 day to go. I leave tomorrow from Shreveport, which means I have to finish packing and get on the road to Shreveport withing the next 3 to 4 hours. All of the goodbyes have been said here, all the farewell dinners have been had, there is really nothing left for me to procrastinate while doing. Once I finish writing this that is.
There are definitely some people I didn't get a chance to go and see, and I feel kinda bad about it, but I did have the flu for about two weeks and really couldn't leave the house for any extended period of time.
Anyway, I'm pretty much ready to go at this point, at least mentally. Except for the dog. Pretty sad that the only thing that is making me really sad about this move is that I can't bring this big giant grey animal that farts and licks his butt all the time.
Well, enough of that.
Sorry for the rambling nature of all of this. I really should go take a shower.

picture taken by Leo Reynolds, found of Flickr.

4 days to go!

Well I think I only have 4 days to go until I leave. If I can stop running a fever and coughing until I puke, I might actually get to leave on Friday. I guess my fever never really hit 100 today, but I certainly felt like shit. That whole achey chills thing really sucks and is not the way I want to spend four days in the car. I went to the eye doctor for the last time in Baton Rouge today. Good News: my doctor's best friend is a retina specialist in Oakland, Bad News: I still have a blood pocket in my right eye and my have to get a vitrectomy. I think that's what it's called. They cut your eye open and drain all the fluid off so that it will refill with no blood in it. Tasty huh.
I discovered the best video game ever today. Gish is an independent game release, an genre of video game I didn't realize existed until very recently. It's a 2d side shooter that uses physics instead of shooting. Basically it's a really inventive puzzle game that has you rolling across the screen as a little ball of tar that can jump, slide, and stick to the wall and cieling. It's only $10 bucks at steam, for the pc, but I think you can get it for the mac too if you do a web search. Anyway, I guess that's all I can say at this point. If anyone has a great flu remedy that doesn't involve homeopathy, echinacea, or golden seal, let me know.
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5 days to go

I didn't think it was possible, but I think that CSI, in some flavor or another, may come on more often than Law & Order. I think I've seen about 35 episodes of CSI or CSI:Miami in the last few days. That CSI:New York shit sucks.
So I'm still sick. I'm beginning to wonder if this shit is ever gonna go away. I'm coughing like I never stopped smoking and my head feels like someone's sitting on it. I haven't really gotten anything done in terms of packing, I can barely stand up for more than a few hours at a time.
Anyway, I'm ready to get better and get the hell out of Baton Rouge. School starts 2 weeks from tomorrow. I haven't really wrapped my brain around the fact that I'm gonna be getting my ass kicked with school work again in a few weeks. At least it's all stuff that I actually wanna study.
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Dentist

8 Days to Go (8, 8, 8 is great)

Well Unfuck... there are only 8 days to go, and I have so much to do. I just left my going away dinner from my friends at Channel 2, and I'm a little (read alot) drunk. So forgive the incoherence.
I really think I'm gonna miss Channel 2. Not the unbelievable lies that I was fed about what my job was going to be, or the endless stream of horribly shitty boring commercials that I was forced to write, or the trainwreck-like style that was used to manage the place (although that was fun to watch), but the people. I have not found a greater group of people to work with in a long time. I guess there is some sort of commrodery amongst the people that are forced to shovel shit in hell. But, I really like these people. I really learned a lot from them and had a lot of fun working with them. As I continue through life's journey I realize that everything is about the journey, and not the destination. I guess I am realizing more and more as I take that journey that it's the people you meet along the way that make that journey so fucking great. It may be something as simple as making jokes about how hot we can get this box or pulling your huge cable, but it's what you do to get through the shit of the boring hell that is work. And if you can use other people to get through it all, you should really appreciate them and what they bring to your life.
Anyway, they I'm going to get each and every one of my teeth ground upon in the morning, before work, way too fucking early, so I guess I should probably curl up and go to sleep.
Good night. And you know, I did write a substantial post earlier today, so deal.
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Oh, and thanks to Johnny Blood for the great picture of the Number 8 that I got from Flickr. And if he has a problem with me using it, he probably shouldn't have made it downloadable.

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Once more... with feeling

So I really did shoot my last commercial today. Team Toyota and Honda came in to do a Congratulations LSU spot. The process made me remember one of the very first commercials that I shot while working here. It was also one of the first spots I did with the title of "director." At least that's what it now said on my business. So I guess I felt some compulsion to make the people on camera evoke some sort of emotion. The commercial was for a group of cardiologists or something, they were on camera in front of a blue screen prattling off some sort of shit about how much they care and how advanced the technology was in their practice. I don't know who wrote the shit, oh wait I guess I did, but they were delivering the lines like they were made of stone. They had the energy and emotion of dead fish. And was then compelled to say something that I have never, and hopefully will never, say again.

"Could you do that once more [pregnant pause] with feeling."

The second I finished saying it, I knew I was doomed. How could anyone trust me to direct them if I was talking like a gay director of a New York Modern Interprative dance troupe. It was one of the most embarassing, uncomfortable, and just downright weird moments of my short-lived career as a commercial producer-director.
Anyway, that's what is what was rattling through my head today as I shot my last car commercial.
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9 Days to Go

Well, I guess I'm into the single digits now. I shot what may have been my last car commercial (and maybe my last local commercial, or even commercial in general) ever. It's kind of a weird feeling to do something that you are so uesed to doing, and to realize you may never do it again. I really probably shouldn't be saying this... I'm gonna be really emberassed when I shoot that next car commercial.
Anyway, it's been kind of a shitty day. I think I am just tired of sitting around and waiting to move. I just wanna get it over with already.
And I think that may actually be all I have to say. That's how incredibly non-eventful a day it actually was. I probably could have slept through today and not even noticed.
Good night, Good bye.


photo credit: Tabbi Kat. Found on flickr a freakin' great place to find pictures.

The last car commercial I will ever shoot... I hope.

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10 Days to Go

10 Days to go.... It's interesting what happens when you get closer to making a huge life change. Things seem to begin to occur that would have made you think differently about leaving if they had happened 2 months ago. Thanks to the grace of a co-worker I got a great freelance job this evening and made more than half a weeks pay in less than four hours. I see that flat screen hd set I've been looking at in my future ;) I wouldn't usually set foot in a Wally World, but at prices like that, who cares if they're destroying the fabric of american society.
I'm feeling much, much better today. I had no problem shooting Team Honda commercials and then running off and editing some video until 9:30 at night. It was kind of fun actually, I haven't gotten to seriously sit down in front of Final Cut in a long time, and I am amazed how proficient I still am. The whole experience gives me a little confidence boost that maybe I can get some freelance work in San Francisco and maybe I will be able to live a little more comfortably.
I know that I should probably be filled with deep insights into my emotions with everything that is going on in my life, but I really haven't had the time to think about much of that tonight. Which I guess is much better than sitting at home hacking up a lung with a fever and the aches.
Apparently Hillary won the New Hampshire primary, that's kinda scary. I may be a bleeding heart liberal, but I don't even like Hillary. I don't really like any of the democrats, but Obama is sure better than a guy who doesn't think Science is important (Huckabee) or a guy who thinks that Golden Tablets were buried in the desert by god in the 1800's. And please, no Ron Paul '08 shit in the comments, a pro-lifer who wants to get rid of the National Endowment for the Arts will never get my vote no matter how much he wants to stop the war.
Enough.
Out.
KRIS


image credit: always13. Found on flickr and licensed under a creative commons license.

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Part 2 in my series of close up camera phone shots.

11 Days to Go

So I've got 11 days to go. It's been 4 days since I had a cigarette and as I look to my right at all of my worldly possessions sitting in my mother's dining room, and I realize I can only bring what will fit in the back of a full-sized rental car, I really want a fucking cigarette. I think I'm pretty much over this god damn flu. I've got this occasional hacking rattle coming up from my chest and out of my throat on occasion, but the fever, sweats, chills, and aches seem to have gone away.
As much as I don't really wanna go to work for the rest of the week, there is actually a part of me that does. What do I have to loose. If I screw up at something, the worst they can do is ask me to leave. And I do remember times at that job I did actually enjoy. I just wish that I could do a better job of explaining my illness and make people understand that it is not completely my fault. Sometimes, I'm just going to get sick. I think I'm about to send out a mass e-mail to friends and family and release this onto the public, or at least the parts of the public that know me. So get ready folks, the gloves have come off and if you are choosing to read this, you are not allowed to get offended by my sharing of the things that I want to say. If you think my words might embarass or ashame you stop reading, or at least remember you have been warned.

image credit: leo reynolds and licensed under a creative commons license.

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The FLU

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Tired of this.

12 Days to go

Well I guess it's officially time to begin the countdown, not that I haven't been counting down since I decided to go, but it's officially 12 days until I leave for San Francisco. And I have the fucking flu. Being sick really sucks. I think I would rather be in the hospital with one of my famous puking fits than sitting here with the flu. At least the puking can be stopped with a quick rush of narcotics to the vein. The only thing helping me now is sleep, advil, and the occasional shot of codeine flavored cough medicine. I got all my shit moved out of my house and into my mom's a week ago today, wow it feels like yesterday, and I had really expected to get a lot more done between now and then. Time really flies when you feel like shit.
At least I've had my fun new T-Mobile Blackberry Curve to play with today. I'm gonna start posting from it when I figure out how.
Out for now.

photo credit: © All rights reserved ficus. Found on flickr. Ficus: if you mind, just let me know.