Fancy new job... still an idiot.

my one-man production of "Caesar's Weight Battle" has yet to receive critical acclaim.

Images from my new job!!!

Here are some pictures to give you an idea of what my new job is like! Its with a small firm called WDW Design, an architecture and graphic design firm. Its in the penthouse suite of the famous Monadnock building!!! (remember that shit, fellow Tulanians?) It was at one time the tallest building in the world, and it remains one of the worlds tallest bearing wall structures. (the exterior walls taper as it ascends, the walls on the ground level are six feet thick!) I'm working with Nate!!! (a Tulane buddy) Its awesome so far. More soon!!!

Last Thursday

Played some music at the practice space. Its hot, unventilated and it smells like dog. (because its above a dog kennel)


Zach and I had planned a video game night for dudes only, but these ladies came over and ruined it.


Christie was determined to get me to take pictures of her.


Later, Christie and I wore bandaids.. Nelly style.


The End

The Artwork of my Parents

I recently learned that my mom is a sculptor. When going through stuff at my late, great grandparents house, I came to the realization that a couple of items I once believed to be expensive sculpture from foreign origins were in fact created by my mom in her youth. I am highly impressed by these pieces, as I was formerly unaware of her artistic abilities. Love you mom. (also, give me one of these someday.)


Pretty awesome.

Now for a taste of my late dad's genius. Though he has been gone for 13 years, we were left with several treasures showcasing my dad's talent and humor. Here is a priceless example.

Yeah.

I got some of my dad's talent and humor, but not much cause he was hogging most of it. Here is an attempt I made to draw his charming mug. I think I actually got relatively close to capturing a little of him.


Hooray for parents and art.

GOT A JOB.

(details soon to come. for now just serious, serious victory.)

Backyard Pyrotechnics

Check out this shit that went down at the house during a brief but violent wind storm in Tulsa. This huge fucking tree fell, taking a cluster of powerlines down with it, and crushing our fence. Firemen came out, and later Fox news showed up as well. All kinds of nastiness followed, and my poor mom is still struggling to get everything back in order. Mother nature can be a real bitch.

A picture is worth a thousand words...

Which is nice, cause I don't feel like typing much.


Just got paid.


Leaving Chicago on my way to Tulsa.


Passing the Arch.


Checking out a cornfield.


Old bb gun.


Zak and family took me out for Japanese food. Japanese Volcano!

Greetings from Oklahoma

My sister Molly and I hanging out in the kitchen.

Sorry dewds...

Visiting Tulsa for a bit, where our internet is real f*cked up. More soon. Keep it tuned to the Douche.

rendering of a dream

Yesterday I woke up entranced by a dream, and I decided to attempt to somehow document the visuals involved. I ended up using sketchup and got close to conveying what the dream was like. The first link below will take you to a larger still image of the rendering, and the second link is an animation. I knew my architectural education would come in handy someday. Suck on this shit, Carol Reese.

Larger Image

Animation (with sound) (may take a minute to load)

Demented 4 life.

Bar-BQ Just Saved my Life (Three Little Pigs)

Adventures in chicagoland

This past weekend was awesome. Ari visited, which ruled of course. On friday night I met her and her sister at some cool bar called "Danny's", and later Kramer met up with us too. We left and got beer and headed over to John's place, where we met up with Stacy and Colleen. We went up on the roofdeck, overlooking the Chicago skyline and proceeded to drink and talk about a range of topics spanning from childhood stories of shitting ourselves, to running for Senate. Then we ate cheezits and crashed on couches.

Saturday night I did some random partying with Christie and company (Jason & Paul). They came over to my hood and we walked over to Jake's, a place I'd never been but have been meaning to check out. Jason kept getting us shots and Irish car bombs. Then we got burritos and beers, went to my tiny-ass apartment and continued the festivities, while Christie served as depressing DJ, playing party hits like "Nightswimming" by REM. Made some sloppy, drunken "installations" involving plastic dinosaurs, styrofoam boxes, rubberband balls and cutlery. Then Christie fell asleep and us boys went up on the roof. It was a weekend of rooftops, apparently.

Nothing cool happened until Stacy and I went to Old Town Ale House on Monday night, in hopes to meet up with Ari after she saw an improv show at Second City. Colleen joined us. After some jukebox tunes and PBR, we were graced with Ari's presence after all. It was a pleasant farewell outing. I bid Ari and Colleen adieu, hopped upon my trusty bicycle, and headed for home.

Here are some completely unrelated pictures: (except for the dino-box one I guess)