๐’ฒ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐‘’๐’ท๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰๐‘’! ๐’ฒ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“… ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’น๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’? ๐ผ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”. ๐ผ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ; ๐ผ ๐‘œ๐’ป๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐’ท๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰. ๐’œ๐“ƒ๐“Ž๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ, ๐’พ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐“, ๐“๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐“…๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‹๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐‘’๐’ท๐“…๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐ผ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž๐’ท๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“€๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‹๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐‘’๐’ท ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘’. ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‡๐“๐“Ž ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐’ธ๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ ๐“‚๐‘’๐’น๐’พ๐’ถ ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’, ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ, ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐’ท๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘”๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ƒ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น, ๐’พ๐’ป ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐’พ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐“Ž, *๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”* (๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“€-๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“€) ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“ˆ. ๐’ช๐’ฝ, ๐’ถ๐“๐“ˆ๐‘œ, ๐ผ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐’ฅ๐‘’๐’ป๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐ผ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ซ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’๐“๐“…๐’ฝ๐’พ๐’ถ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ. ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“Ž๐’ท๐‘’ ๐ผ'๐“๐“ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐’น๐’พ๐’ป๐’ป๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“๐’น ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐“Š๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’, ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐ผ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ. ๐’ช๐’ฆ, ๐ผ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐ผ'๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“Š๐“… ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‡๐“†๐“Š๐‘’๐‘’๐‘’... ๐’ฎ๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ธ๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ' ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ'! ๐’ž๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ'... ๐’ฎ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ'...๐’ถ๐’ฝ, ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“Š๐’ป๐’ป ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’พ๐“‚๐‘œ. ๐’œ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐“‡๐‘œ๐“…-๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“Š ๐’น๐’พ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰๐“๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ, ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ฝ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐“…๐“‡๐‘’๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐“Š๐“‚๐’ท ๐“…๐“‡๐‘œ๐’ฟ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐ผ'๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐“ˆ. ๐ป๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž. ๐’ข๐‘œ๐’ท ๐’ท๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ. ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคข
   K E Y:  ✄= art ✎= lit ♪= music ✪= video;  = highly recommended content

I would love to develop a cooking show called Grill More Girls. 

Ahyeo demurely looking good ! Sam heard the river , but still lack TOEIC score 've climbed a lot !!! I wanted to express thanks safely makes sense to do so in unison Twitter. Health chaenggisigo Please have fun every day !! ^^ The ssarang Sam ! Sincerely starry total .

Making music with my daughter.
There was a really gross hair stuck to my finger just now. 
omg i just a bought a book,, this is the first book i've purchased in a super long time maybe it will be the book that gets me back into reading books. who knows?

breaking news


First 3-(3)-5 triple play in MLB history.
My personal brand/style: TIKI BAR SPACESHIP 

My dog as a shark
{me} THIS GUY <- appreciates a good punt 

trying to make sense of my epic sprawling unfinished ADD-raddled creative output = not easy but a little fun (?)
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How to pronounce oeuvre.
Haiku? More like, haikant. 
"Haiku, Brute?"
A veritable murderer's row, if you ask me.


I'm a robot. How are you? (SPECIAL EXCLUSIVE PODCAST FEATURES THE DEBUT OF PIZZA PUPPIES SONG "The Robot Song."

Nude Apache Snowstorm 

New rap name I'm very excited to announce


$40 seems like a lot to see the Go-Go's. I know this is their last tour and stuff but $18-22 seems like the correct price point imo. Please buy my podcast thanks.
doing sunflower seeds until my tongue & gums feel like dust
HERE IS A COOL (READ: GREAT) IDEA: You know how bands do 'album rollouts' (ie, album cycles, etc.)? They either do a surprise thing or a thing that might go viral or slowly put out songs and/or videos until the whole album is available to stream on TIDAL for 17 days exclusively. There are dozens if not thousands of combinations of how this can happen. It's all very exciting stuff. Well, a popular band/artist that all the blogs follow should just put out a piece of media everyday with a press release like "CHECK OUT THE LATEST ____ (SINGLE, VIDEO, TEASER, WHATEVER) FROM ALBUM X!" And they should do this everyday for at least six years. Wouldn't that be great? At what point, would the blogs and social medias stop giving a shit? I realize this entails actually making that much stuff. But still: A+ idea that would totally make some sick commentary on this content farm culture of ours.
Amazon Prime Video has like 35-40 movies you've heard of (with maybe 12-15 really good ones, and 10 or so others worth checking out for the hell of it) and then literally 700+ titles that were never shown in a theater and are basically straight garbage.

In my review of Interstellar I forgot to mention that the floating plastic bag kid from American Beauty has a pretty sizeable role. I apologize for the error.

Gif from this via this music vid. A few notes:
• You can't see it here, but there is a satellite dish emoji on my mouth
• I wish I had done all lowercase i's on the design of the title
• Go Knicks!

I give this film a 6.919 out of 10.000!
There is truly no comparison substitute for B A D _ A R T.

A whole gaggle of topics. A slew, even.
MY PROTEST FOR THE DNC BEING HERE IN MY HOMETOWN THIS WEEK WAS LITERALLY NOT SPENDING A PENNY ON ANYTHING. I NEED TO GET GARBAGE BAGS & A CUCUMBER SO THAT'S GONNA CHANGE THIS AFTERNOON, UNFORTUNATELY. ALSO––COMPLETELY UNRELATED-EVERYTIME I SEE SOMETHING ABOUT WILL SMITH DOING MUSIC, I'M LIKE "OH YEA WILL SMITH USED TO DO MUSIC." MAYBE IF A NEW WILL SMITH ALBUM WAS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT I WOULD VOTE FOR THAT.

This guy had killer reebok pumps.
Alright cool ok, here it is: http://www.dickcomma.mobi/
Putting "overeating" on my rรฉsumรฉ under qualifications. Seriously though, I've been doing sunflower seeds lately like a goddam ballplayer as part of mission to give my stupid hands and mouth something to do instead of systematically unloading carbs into my stomach, and my biggest issue is with this is that you sort of need a hand ready at all times for the seeds' spit cup, so it makes typing on the computer / making art kind of difficult. What I am trying to say is that life is a journey, folks. Strap on in.
I AM THE CREATOR OF NOTHING + U CAN FIND MY WORK NOWHERE :-)

THERE IS SOME WEIRD SHIT HAPPENING ON THIS BLOG?!

Still a dog. It checks out.
Decided I am retiring from fantasy football. I can't accurately assess the value of Le'Veon Bell and Josh Gordon and it's driving me nuts.

Thumbs up USA.

The SNL Audition Bus Crash (dramatic dream reading).

DREAM

Gonna write about a dream I had last night if that's OK.
So I am hanging with a friend of mine who, in this dream, is apparently a standup comic who is either already a writer on SNL or is gonna possibly be involved with SNL in some way (?). Anyway––again, in this dream––I also have dreams of being on SNL apparently. So this friend gets me a weird meeting with some head honcho type at SNL, but it's only a pre-meeting. And I am sitting on a couch with two random people and my friend, and the only point of this meeting is that the guy behind the desk is going to pick two of us for a pre-audition "improv session" and it is very tense. I can recall talking a lot with my friend about what exactly the point of improv is and why people enjoy (disclosure: I can't stand it IRL).

The two random people on this couch are a nondescript lady and an Asian man, who is maybe a few years younger than me. Oh, and here's the real kicker in this dream: I AM PART-ASIAN. I am not sure how/why I am aware of this fact (which is not at all a reality FYI) but in this dreamworld, I am. So, the first person picked for this thing is my friend and that choice seems like a foregone conclusion to everybody in the room like, "yeah of course, duh, he's gonna get picked." The real tense part is who among myself and the two strangers will be picked and it feels like it is definitely gonna be either me or the other Asian guy (LOL). And––surprise!––it's me! The other Asian guy is devastated but I feel elated. Let's do some improv!

So of course, the next part of the dream involves getting on a school bus with a seemingly deranged female bus driver with wild hair. My friend is on the bus, as are a few other familiar faces, some of whom question the authenticity of my being part-Asian, which makes sense because in reality I AM NOT AT ALL ASIAN NO NO NO NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. But, alas, I continue to defend myself. The bus makes its way out of the city and into a very hilly and picturesque countryside, and maybe at this point I am confused why I am even on this bus to begin with. Maybe, in fact, these were two separate dreams and I am just synching them together in the stress of my waking life, right here and now, a desperate attempt to make sense of this absurdity. Who knows.

As previously stated, this bus driver is insane and she is driving insane. We are speeding. We are going way too fast. We approach a steep decline at a great velocity and the bus takes off into the air. It feels very real, this wreck. The bus does a straight-on 180° flip and lands upside down. This flip feels like it takes 15 seconds. While we are airborne I wrap myself around one of the bus seatbacks like an animal on a tree trunk and I literally pray I won't die. Someone on the bus audibly says, in an eerily calm voice, "Well, this is it." This IS it, fella. It feels like we are all going to die, but when the bus comes to a stop, almost everyone is alive and screaming.

I lead the charge to get the F off this bus. It's pretty chaotic and people are bleeding. I kick open a window and deploy one of those slide-thingies you typically see people using on downed airliners. Why would a bus have this thingie? Please. But the thingie is basically useless and doesn't even fully inflate. A man who looks like Penn from Penn & Teller yells at me for doing it wrong. My leg hurts. I can't win. I wake up.

An art/life update then onto "Talkin' Baseball ⚾️" with my take on the Yanks.

Shame. Folks if she can't clean up Philadelphia how is she gonna clean up the world let alone The Big Garbage Dump, AKA Washington.

Good morning, all creatures.
Made it rain at lunch my salad was so hott.

WELCOME 2 THE NEW AGE™


of DICK COMMA dot MOBI.

Afternoon update pod.
My workout regiment is 69-9/11-69
WARNING: Debbie might "DO" Houston next. So watch out, Houston. Debbie gonna do what Debbie gonna do.
Sorry, my dentist called at the very end of this. Still… a good way to kill 20 minutes right here, folks. Visit DICKCOMMA DOT MOBI for more, you know, whatever,

CONSCIOUSNESS
Personally "Spirit" by Taurus always 'spoke to me' more than "Stairway to Heaven" but probably just because Taurus is my sign and I have a lot of (team/teen) spirit.
Here's an artist's (my) rendering of what the dude who I 'interviewed' petting my dog looked like.

Interview with a guy who was petting my dog.

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The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful. The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful. The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful. The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful. The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful. Only After It Rained. The Sky Last Night Was Beautiful.

I give this film a 7.193 out of 10.000!

Tantrums.

YOU DON'T NEED A DOORBELL WHEN YOU HAVE A GOOD DOG. ANYONE'LL TELL YA THAT.

Here is a movie I made about eating corn in your car without a seatbelt on. Oscars here I come!
Would be cool to be the first person on earth to write a novel called, Poems. It would be about a garbage truck guy who writes poems in his head while he is picking up the garbage. The text would go: GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem). Something like that.
SHIT IS GETTING 2 REAL !!!

This is the bench which I sat on when I recorded my now viral podcast, Movie Review 39: The Lobster.

I had a good day today. Made a lot of top notch content. I also talk about my new rival Pokรฉmon thing.

I give this film a 9.233 out of 10.000!
Hearing a lotta sighs out of my co-workers' moufs. Let's tighten up ship, guys!

As mentioned in this pod, I'm no political junkie. But I do find it hilarious that all the people Trump beat had to bow down and kiss the ring and speak on his behalf. What a weird shame-mongering tradition. Imagine if sports losers had to do this? If the Golden State Warriors had to fly into Cleveland and speak first at the championship parade rally about how awesome the Cavs are, how wacky right? It's so weird to me!

You know what would be an interesting topping/addition to a salad, or maybe even a taco or something? Plum skins. You ever notice how much of the beautiful tartness of a plum is in the skin? Well just peel some plums, chop 'em up, maybe even try frying them (?), and add them to a dish. I really need to open my own fancy restaurant. What am I doing with my life.

I wrote a book yesterday that is actually just an animated gif. It is a chapbook because it is for chaps, but also for ladies. It is called Popcorn Emoji: The Book, but its full title is actually Popcorn Emoji Beats Popcorn Shrimp Emoji But Not Because It Is Better Emoji: Life Is Unfair (Great Book That Is A Gif). You can learn more about this book here (link coming soon).

# STEPS I'VE TAKEN JUNE→NOW

JUNE

1 5173
2 5101
3 8352
4 12697
5 5828
6 2306
7 10968
8 5626
9 11409
10 12728
11 3710
12 10183
13 11069
14 12228
15 7379
16 10730
17 10716
18 12421
19 5085
20 1795
21 4564
22 11720
23 8873
24 7828
25 8402
26 7273
27 2970
28 15252
29 9301
30 6609

JULY

1 13249
2 15731
3 15462
4 8452
5 20032
6 11052
7 15165
8 11269
9 17196
10 6354
11 10657
12 4093
13 9812
14 9810
15 13113
16 11873
17 7813
18 10175
19 8675
20 4399
21 9456
22 5891
23 6939
24 4046
I'm just an honest boy who loves to shoot some hoops at the basketball ring.
If I were a politician I would just play elevator and/or hold music as bumpers/walk-on tracks. This would establish my brand as _____, whilst also assuring no band/artist would get all cranky pants about it. (See this content for further context thank you.)

NOBLE
COLON
CLEANSE 

An album called, Image Editor (brought to you by Sam Hinkie's "The Process" ©2013-2016)

MOOD:



On the New York Knicks offseason moves.
Yo, so I will be posting a new Knicks-centric podcast (~11 min. long) shortly, but wanted to pepper said content with an anecdote, potentially a harbinger of good things to come in NYK Land. Here goes: A few days after the D-Rose trade, my family took a short a trip to AC (Atlantic City, NJ) and while news of that city's demise has (probably?) been exaggerated, it's certainly no thriving metropolis. But anyway, what gigantic ad/billboard is still front and center on top of a sneaker store on the corner of the popular outlet shopping area? You guessed it. Young Derrick Rose, former MVP and centerpiece of an Adidas campaign of yesteryear. The ad is faded, and sad if considered in an alternate reality where D-Rose is not currently a New York Knick, but I am Mr. Sunshine & Roses, and I took this is as a 'SIGN' man. Some enterprising street hooligan needs to graffiti that biatch with some blue and orange is what I'm thinking. Hell yea.

UPDATE: Billboard is on the corner of Arctic/Arkansas, in case you were wondering, and why the heck wouldn't you be. all in for d rose, y'all. I'm pretty sure the lights are still on at the Adidas outlet store.

Now?
Saw The Lobster last night and really loved it (audio podcast review forthcoming––watchout!). I vaguely knew the premise going in, but the movie was vastly different than anything I could've imagined (I was thinking 'twee' given the nature of the plot, and it couldn't have been less so). I highly recommend this movie. You probably have to be in the right headspace but don't ask me to explain that headspace for fear I might out myself as being unwell. Whoops.
Many people have framed pictures of me hanging on their walls (not just on mantles, side tables and other places of inferior esteem). Anyone'll tell you this.

On the human condition and other matters.
Humans born on 9/11 all gonna be having sex pretty soon. People forget that.
It feels like when musicians get mad at politicians using their songs without permission is kind of stupid. Because just who cares? Like just say you don't care. That would make you appear cooler. Or don't say anything at all. This happens every cycle. Politician A makes Band B mad because they played Song C as intro music. It's a really tedious cycle imo. You don't really need that as a reason/excuse to say Donald Trump is bad. You can just say he's bad whenever you want. Using 30 seconds of whatever song drowned out by idiots applause/crowd noise is literally the least offensive thing he's ever done. Just my $0.02, folks. Have a nice day. 
I have major respect for people who make Wikipedia graph-timelines for rock n' roll band-members. I'm not sure what the tiny blue and orange squares mean exactly for Dan Hawkins (did he play drums on one song live in late 2005?), but I respect the hell out of the fact that they make sense to whoever made this png. [Source.]

R E M I N D E R:

RIP Deflategate.
Eating Tropical Skittles right now tbh. They're delicious.
A guy playing Pokemon almost forced me to miss a train yesterday. He was catching a Pokemon right in front of a turnstile. I am not going to download or do the Pokemons game. I wish people would care more about other people / their surroundings than Pokemon but I guess that's not going to happen. I accept the Pokemon revolution. I want to create a lo-fi version of Pokemon somehow. Lingzoids (Little Things and Androids).
I have never had a goatee in all my life despite how this picture makes it appear. Believe it or not, this picture has been digitally enhanced (as they say) and it makes it seem as though I do have a goatee. I included a picture of a man with an actual goatee for reference. This man is ashamed of his face and he should be. No goats.

Cylinders, 2016.

You never know what you're gonna get.
Here's the 10-day weather forecast. My advice, sports fans? BE WEIRD. Be your 1 true weird-ass self, and the weather will always be 70 + sunny. Take care.


My wife drew this picture of our dog.
My computer keyboard is 60% electronics and plastic, and 40% everything bagel and human skin.
I just published a book called Deer Me. Its Table of Contents are:

• 1 Grape Leaves Everyday
• 2 The Spider is Just a Fly Now
• 3 Gary
• 4 My Face is a Computer

Please read it / look at it* here.

*there are no words

This is the audiobook for a short story called "Demesne."

The Berlin Wall (probably).

Trying something.

FUUCKK

The fact
The fact
The only
The only


[this was a poem btw]
Current status: enjoying a sour apple blow pop at the office while the voices in my tell me to ignore everything I've learned about the Wim Hof breathing method, but I can't be defeated; I am a gifted athlete and artist, and I will be eating a blessed vegan lunch in a matter of moments.

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I can't lie: I am using the computer right now and it feels great.
AUTOMATED MASSAGE: My vacation has officially ended. I ate three doughnuts in its honor.

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What if you took a picture of a squirrel on a "beware of dog" sign?
I left a satanic tip the other night.

Make WWW DOT MYAMERI DOT CA Great Again!
AUTOMATED MASSAGE: I am on vacation until 11 July 2016
I think it would be cool if artists openly tried to operate outside of the Apple/Tidal/Spotify stream wars system. Not sure how feasible this would be but some artist has to be big enough to build their own infrastructure and monetize it.

Sitting in front of this mega AC vent just to air myself out after shower.
In case anyone was wondering you can't use the fried shrimp emoji in the title field for YouTube videos. This has been a public service announcement.

The podcast returns after something of a hiatus.

BREAKING:


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