Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Fraulein Trudeau

Album cover & tattoo design: completed.
Images to post for my portfolio AND your viewing pleasure? Fail.
Next investment? Obtain one or all of the following: A drawing pad, Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator Suite, a large scanner, and some sanity.

Cheers,
c.i.

Canned Heat

After seeing "Inglourious Basterds", I realized I would do very degrading and morally compromising things to get with Eli Roth (consequently the director and writer of such slasher films as "Cabin Fever", "Hostel", and was kicked off the set of "Meet Joe Black", star of which is to our right, Brad Pitt) and Mélanie Laurent.
Laurent pretty much steals the show, is ruthless and drop-dead gorgeous.

I have to say, after the disappointment that was "Death Proof" as part of the "Grindhouse" double feature, this was a welcome, blood-filled, 180º dubya-tee-eff, going-to-wield-a-baseball-bat-and-fuck-this-shit-up-MY-way.

That's all you get.
Now get off your asses and go see this movie!

Cinq

1. Not having a cell phone has been very quiet, and actually very liberating. Also, however, really inconvenient for trying to arrange to meet people
2. The phrase "flaccid earhole" somehow best describes this week.
3. Sadly two goals I have for when I am actually employed will be to go see my brother and his fiancé Melissa and my soon-to-be niece via train. The second is to buy a proper corset just for the hell of it.
   
4. "You gave up something and got something else. Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money's worth. The world was a good place to in. It seemed like a fine philosophy ... Perhaps that wasn't true, though. Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about" Hemingway (152).
   
5. I have watched Triplets of Belleville probably fifteen times this week alone, and I have yet to get tired of it. It's beautiful.
   

Stars know why we fall, I just wish they were thinking out loud

The meteors we end up seeing in the sky like this are actually about the size of Volkswagen bugs or washing machines, but burn up to about the size of a bottle cap or a pea. I'm guessing ours shrunk down to beer cans, or maybe that's too poetic to assume from last night.
Fremontians, Newarkians and Nile-ites all piled in cars and we took the back roads (Ian Long, if you're reading this, you're a shitty person to follow in a car, k? thnx) along Skyline Blvd through Montara.

In other non-awkward announcements:

• almost done with Carl Flynn's album cover art
• Alternative Press Expo '09 may still happen!!! with the help of Paul Barron, granted that his broken wrist heals eventually.
  
• Congratulations to Elie & Emery Wasser and welcome to their son, Evrin Lansing Wasser.
• The squarenose helmetfish painting has been done for weeks now, perhaps the recipient can scan it and send me an image for my portfolio -bats eyelashes-

Silly me for not scanning it before giving it as a gift.

Onwards to food. Until next time, fuckwits
Cheers,
c.i.

私は彼を欠場

1. I would defend my honor if I knew where it was.
   
2. America defends the right to free speech, apparently alcohol just makes it that much more possible.
3. Tomer Hanuka is teh sex. See giant watery-tart.
   
4. Gentlemen, BEHOLD!! I need to move the fuck out of my parent's house. See list items 1 & 2.
5. Falling for someone is like quicksand; easy to get yourself into, but it really fucking sucks you in the more you try to get out.
   

Finding Bibi

I think Bita Haidarian is doing a courageous and beautiful thing, and I encourage you, dear reader to follow this project. It will lead to great things, I promise. I've put a permanent link to the site that is following the film, contribute to it, follow it, or else -shakes fist-

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General Trudeau and I won tickets to go see The Painted Cakes at The Uptown last night in Oakland. My comrade is moving down to San Diego and soon I'll be stuck to suffer through community college by my lonesome.
And now for something completely different: a bottle of red and the start of the album art as commissioned by Carl Flynn.