Somebody found me here Somebody held my breath Somebody saved me from the world you left If you’re gonna cry my tears If you’re gonna hold my breath If you’re gonna let me see the sun you set Oh, I am lost and found Oh, I am lost and found
Get your shit together before you get into a relationship.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
I’m not saying get 100% full out maximum level of shit collected, but at least don’t be fucking bat shit crazy with an unstable mental capacity. Your significant can’t hold your shit and their shit all at the same time. It’s not only unfair, but selfish. You know why? Because if that person loves the fuck out of you, they will sit there and hold all your emotional baggage until it completely cripples them. Then you both will have nothing left in the relationship but scattered insecurities and personal problems. There will be no more room for anything else but cleaning up the personal mess that you’ve continued to throw under the bed on your own.
i love your photography i've asked a few questions about it, what is a(top three) most meaningful photos you've taken with the stories behind them (or no stories) I just noticed I have seen much of your pictures on my dash as of lately.
I’ve lost my inspiration with photography for right now. Nothing captures my attention anymore and I think its because I stopped looking. But hopefully when I go over to London & Italy come November it will breath new life into my photography. Here are my top 5 (couldn’t do 3) most meaningful photo’s I’ve taken.
Bo Bear was my photographical muse. Before he passed this year, I think I took one picture of him every week in some random costume and he let me. He didn’t let me because he was just a nice dog that tolerated a crazy owner that put glasses on him, he let me because he saw how much it made me happy. He was that kind of dog. He did anything possible to make his family happy.
Teddy Bear was I think, I have no idea, maybe two months old in this picture. He was scared of everything (including the camera) but his go-to hiding spot was always my boots. He felt safe there, like no harm would come his way.
This is my cousin with her daughter, Mala. When I went to San Antonio I couldn’t help but take pictures of them both, she was absolutely glowing while being pregnant and Mala would light up every time she got near her growing baby sister. Its a memory I’m glad I caught.
Remember when I used to take pictures of my breakfast? Like.. every day? Man, I miss that. I miss doing this project. Since I work in the mornings and sleep during the afternoons I don’t even know what breakfast is anymore. But when I look back on these it makes me happy. Breakfast makes me happy. Cereal especially. I got real inventive with my creations.
No story, the DC Metro stations are just beautiful.
When Gears of War 3 pushed their closed beta 5 months before its release, they had enough time to fix the glitches and to take the feedback and do something with it.
Battlefield drops next month. This open beta has enough glitches where it doesn’t look polished at all. Falling through the maps, connection errors, not being able to squad up with your friends, players disappearing, ect. Then you release the beta for everyone to download and now to connect with EA online it’s lost.
I understand its a free OPEN beta, but this isn’t a game thats being released 5 months down the road, it’s a game thats being released in a couple of weeks. How much can they polish this game up and positively listen to the feedback people have to give? That’s my question.
I enjoy the graphics, sounds, guns, the metro map (you’re only given 1 map with 1 objective game so you know everyone will have mastered Rush on Metro before the game is released) and the gameplay. But really, it seems like they pushed this game in a hurry to get it out before MW3 releases in November.
If someone were to ask me what it felt like to be in love, this is what i'd tell them.
I’m pretty sure you haven’t stuck a fork in an electrical outlet when you were a kid, but imagine for a second (unless you have, then revert back to previous experience) what that would feel like if you did.
Now, imagine how you’d feel after the jolt of electricity left your body.
That’s what being in love feels like.
Complete and utter discombobulation.
You are haywire. Up is down, left is right, you are a mess. Nothing makes sense anymore, you don’t make sense. You are a lunatic in your own head because how you’d normally react to certain situations are thrown out the window. Why? Because you just stuck a fork in an electrical outlet and the fork is your heart and the outlet is this damn person you’ve fallen in love with.
And you know what, you’ll keep sticking your fork in there too.
The relationship with my father has been slowly dwindling away.
We haven’t spoken to each other in almost a month. And if you’ve followed my blog for awhile, you’ll know this is completely unusual. My dad has always been my best friend. We’d call each other twice a day just to shoot the shit about anything that was on our minds and I’d come over on Sunday’s for breakfast. This, was our regular routine. That is until all of a sudden, in his eyes, i’m starting to fuck up.
He’s attacked my current job(s). Stating I wasted years in college getting a degree and choosing to “slack off and be lazy” by working at a comic book store and video game testing. He doesn’t realize what both of those things mean to me. He literally thinks all I do is sit behind a counter, pop gum from my mouth, flip through comic books, go home, and play video games until I go to sleep. This is the picture my father has drawn up of me in his head.
What he doesn’t know is that what I do at the comic store, to me, is meaningful. I don’t just sit there and flip through pages of comics every single day. I help kids pick out their very first comic. I have long talks with strangers who are just passing by about their favorite superhero, who eventually stop being strangers because they come back to my store to continue these talks about their favorite superhero. I’ve helped pick out bedtime stories, birthday and make up presents, and just casual ‘getting through the day’ reading material. I don’t sit there all fucking day scanning weekly’s and going about my business. Comics are more than that to me, people who come into my store share the same bond with the villains and superhero’s as I do. They’re our childhood best friends.
As for the video game testing, I love video games. If i’m doing something that I love how on earth am I doing something wrong? These jobs, the jobs he’s credited to being “lazy” have paid for my rent, food, utilities, college loans, health insurance, transportation, and Rufio. I have never needed to ask this man for one cent. I have secured myself financially enough to be just fine. I’m not balling out of control, but i’m not on the street either.
But to my dad, i’m not applying myself.
I don’t have a 9-5 job with a 401K, white picket fence, and a husband. I don’t have those ambitions either. The man who gave me every color to paint with as a child and raised me to draw rainbows on everything all of a sudden wants to strip them away and will just let me use black and white while scolding me to draw inside the lines.
Because of this he’s decided to temporarily exile me until I comply with his magical “American dream” he’s got in his head. All of a sudden everything i’m doing is wrong. No matter how much I try to show him how i’m doing just fine, it makes our relationship crack deeper. I can’t talk to him anymore. I can’t get the one and only person who ever understood me to understand me now. And it’s funny, he purchased me my first comic, my first video game, and in a way, he was my first superhero. I got into this line of work because he influenced my imagination and protected at all cost to preserve it.
Okay, you have a choice of meeting Batman or Joker and having a safe conversation with them for about 2 hours. Who do you think you'd pick? Or, if you can pick anyone else other than those two, who?
Surprisingly I wouldn’t want to meet Batman or Joker. I love Batman because of basically how incredibly cool he is. He’s a man’s man with an entire roster of bad ass gadgets. And Joker, he’s a creative psychopath. Both of them I enjoy though, don’t get me wrong.
But if I had to meet any two people…it would be between Dark Phoenix and Darkseid. If I could squeeze a third then Galactus.
I love villains, these three are “all-time” favorite. Dark Phoenix’s abilities are just fucking legendary. She never contemplated destroying the world, she just did it. Darkseid is just really cool. I’ve loved him since I was a kid, the disintegrating eye beams and teleportation. Plus, the minions. Villianary, he’s doing it right. As for Galactus, he’s an asshole, he basically wants to destroy the world because he’s hungry. That made me a fan.
Now if you ask me who’d I choose between these three, especially having a safe conversation with, Dark Phoenix. I’d love to pick her brain without dying.
Sometimes, thats all I need to hear. Yet, nobody ever tells me that.
I continue to chose career and life plans that are polar opposite of what my family (and friends) are comfortable with. Because of this, they don’t understand anything that I do or accomplish. I get perceived not in a negative limelight, but, I guess you can say something that’s never praise worthy. Nobody is ever really proud of me, they just think my accomplishments are “neat” or “well thats interesting.”
I just want somebody in my corner for once being the Mickey to my Rocky.