It's been three days without a beer. I am starting to get frantic and snapping at people, mostly Forrest because he's the only one who seems to be around. I'm also listening to Regina Spektor, which is further proof that something has gone terribly wrong.
And here is something I should have put up a week ago. Diana and I officially have a dog now- years of planning for Itsy-Bitsy are out the window. Good news is the dog is cute. I'm not sure how old he is, but I do know it's a cross between a Shiz Tzu and a Bichon Frise.
Quickly: because when it gets late and I get lonely I tend to ramble, I want to say that I hate pretentious art-types. I was at coolhunting.com tonight when I saw the headline picture (of somebody holding a revolver, pointed at the camera, with only the barrel in focus) with the caption "Brad Webber is a Los Angeles based photographer and filmmaker who is fascianted [sic] with creating single frame films".
"Single frame films." Do you mean PHOTOGRAPHS, you pompous asshole? He even spelled a word wrong...perhaps they don't teach you how to spell in "Single Frame Film" school. Bah. Like I said, I haven't had a beer in three days....
4 comments:
You'll never understand us Artsy types with your communist mind. Less analyzing more drinking!
i make single frame frame snuff films of me and the ladies.
and post them on the intra web.
softcore porn?
*neigh
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