Feed Me To Stones

A few weeks ago I visited a small airport in Camarillo with my friend Kristine, her dad, and my little sister Robyn. While there we had the opportunity to snoop around the inside of a B52 bomber called The Executive Sweet. I posted some of the photos online today, go check 'em out!

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Okay, so I have yet to post the third day of my trip to Olympia. I'll get on that tonight. I've just been busy with various writing and art related projects which I'll post about another time. But THIS just needed to be posted NOW!

Some random guy on BuzzNet sent me a message, and... well... It's just fun and stupid. Light read, so it's fun.

( Re: Do it )

So I had one of the best weekends I've had in a long time. And not being the type to be content with a short explanation of the goings on, I had to type an extremely long briefing of the events that unfolded. This is just the first day of a two and a half day visit with my friend Colin over at Evergreen College in Olympia. I'll post the next part tomorrow.

( Day 1 )

I got pretty curious, now that I'm doing this 100 Words A Day thing, about how many characters I was picking from for all this writing. So! I decided to map it out.

( It's a bit boring, and unless you have a real interest in what I'm doing not incredibly interesting. )
Altogether that’s 41 main characters for five stories. This does not include the story ideas ‘Able, Colorado’, ‘Grey Boy’, ‘Cheshire Murder Brigade’, or ‘David Keller’s story’ which are at various stages of contemplation with no solid design to actually do them just yet. But they, too, are already insanely thought out.

I reeeeally need to start outlining these stories on the real.

Her green’ness gave her wings of light. Graham watched as his teacher walk back and forth across the whiteboard, always keeping his eyes focused— or unfocused rather— on the space directly following her.

It was a thing he’d begun to notice. Wings. Everybody had a color, even if it were white or black: the color defined their personality. But only so many people had wing… things. Ms. Schroeder had wings, and Graham still couldn’t understand why or how.

They weren’t wings in the literal sense, but rather a stream of something behind her. Attached at the shoulder, and driving higher.

Sorry about friend-page flooding, I've just been getting a lot done today. Here's a photo from the Carissa series, reedited. Here's what I posted about it on my deviantART page:

This is my sister, Carissa. The image speaks well enough for itself, and for her. But what it doesn't tell are my feelings on it, which I've never really discussed much. I won't get flowery and deep, but I'll just say this one thing:

It took me three days to finally get around to doing this after I got the idea. I spent about three hours on it before I was satisfied. But it was about half-way through that I realized I was tracing over the same tracks my sister laid out, and I couldn't understand why I wasn't crying.

Update: Today my photo Yours, Mine, Ours was featured here on buzznet, by the awesome Crash13.

You know you're an art fag when you're standing there taking a piss, and your mind wanders to "Wow, toilets really are beautiful in their aesthetic and functionality."

Moreso when that thought is followed by "Man, I need to write that in my livejournal."

He asked me how I was dressed the night I was attacked. “The night in question,” I should say. That cock sucker.

Never mind that fucking fetish freak tried to rape me, but that… It just doesn’t fucking matter. It shouldn’t. I was out jogging. What the fuck else would I be wearing? Sweats, a tee-shirt, sock, shoe, and my prosthetic; same shit every night I go out jogging.

It’s not my fault this kid had a weird fetish for amputees. It’s not my fault that I am one. It’s not my fault this pyrokinesis shit is real.

Fuck him.




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Authors note: Okay, so I'm going to try and start gearing this challenge toward projects I've been trying to write, but not actually getting into. So I'll note it both in the title, and in the tags. In the title I'll give the title of this particular story, followed by the name of the series and if the case calls for it the character whose voice it's in. Like this:

Story Title; Series [Character]

Okay, I finally posted some of the photos over at BuzzNet from a shoot I did for Jewfro tee-shirts, co-owned by my friend Adam from the band OneWordSolution. Check them out here:

Jewfro Tee-Shirts

And for those that haven't caught them already, here's links to a few other recent stuff I've done:
Bulletboy Maverick
Carissa
The Hourly Comic Project

There's at least two other photo series' I have to sift through and post, not to mention I'm about three fourths of the way finished with a painting that's I've been working on forever. So, expect more soon!

-Jeremy

PS: Comments and critiques would be nice if you're a part of the site :D If you're not, sign up! No reason why you can't, is there? IS THERE?!

Aye, me! Woe to honesty!

Alas, mine is not a life meant to be lived in such an abysmally shameful way. A life where nothingness perverses my being. A life of apathy and disillusion, on a path to nowhere quick.

Hark!

I hear the bells of death singing in a voice mine own! I take thee to sign as the mark of my time. Good night, sweet sorrow! I thank ye for your honesty. But tonight, I end this life wrought with disinteresting qualities.

To chain, to chain, this stone around my neck… and blow you kisses from the bay.

A bit late on this. Hope I won't be tomorrow.

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I’d survived.

Three hours stuck in a meat freezer, and despite the carnage I had witnessed I was now amongst the living once again.

Racks of lamb, and fillets of beef; chicken, pork, hell even bison and ostrich… Before this day I would have considered myself a connoisseur of carnivorism, but no longer could I bear such a title. No, today meat has been ruined for me… forever.

One hour, I could have laughed it off. Two hours, I could have gotten over it. But there’s something about three… Three was just the limit. Something psychological about it, I guess.

So I’ve been turned onto something cool, something called 100 Words A Day. That, itself, is a blog for certain writers to use as a way of keeping their writing up to snuff by means of continuous practice. Neat, isn’t it? Seeing as how I’ve fallen way behind on my writing prowess, I think it’d be a fun way to keep myself motivated and writing.

This ain’t no fan fiction thing I’m going to be doing here. All original stuff, because that’s where I need the most practice.

When do I start, you ask? Why, my dear, I already have.

It's my first Washington snow! ...in April! I'm rather conflicted, but it's AWESOME! I had my first taste of Seattle weather today; rain, wind, AND snow! WOO!

It's fucking cold now.

Burn me to ash
Feed me to stone
So my soul may sprout
and whisk me home

Goodbye, Los Angeles
Hello, Tacoma

<3
-Jeremy

Woke up, had ice cream for breakfast (Dove cherry with chocolate chunks :D)
Went to Nana and Papa's place for goodbye lunch
-- Lunch consisted of french vanilla ice cream and chocolate cake with strawberries (heaven!)
Went to the Griffith Park Observatory
-- Had a blast
-- Rode a bus/trolly that was way too fuckin' swank to exist
Stopped back at grandparents place to drop Nana off
Went to In-N-Out for possibly the last time
-- Got a double-double, with fries Animal Style
Nearly got into an accident on the freeway because some idiot was going like twenty, and didn't have hazard lights on
Got home
-- Avoiding packing
-- Decided to type list

Horray!

I did a photo shoot with my older sister, Carissa. It was her first photoshoot, and my last one here in LA for who knows how long. Just having fun. Also had help from my friend Kristine and little sister Robyn.



( Carissa )


See more at either my deviantART or BuzzNet pages.

Dear Los Angeles and California,

In about six days I'm going to be leaving you. I know, it still surprises me that it's so soon too. It's okay for you to feel a little sad about it and I'm certainly going to miss you too. We have a lot of history together, and a lifetime of memories. Remember that time I fell into that cactus patch? Haha, yeah, I don't think I'm gonna be doing much of that up in non-cactus-having Washington.

Actually, I don't know if Washington has cacti or not. There's a lot about that place I don't know, honestly. I was born and raised here. I've learned your patterns, and have even grown to appreciate them. Your lack of actual seasons, the occasional poor air-quality, and insane people. I'm sure Tacoma is going to have crazy people too, but it just won't be the same. They won't be our crazy people.

I still think it's funny, actually. Ever since I was little, my biggest dream in life was to become an actor. Twenty-three years here and, yeah, sure I've done the odd audition, and helped with a few of my friends student projects. But I lacked faith in myself and never really pursued it. It never made much sense seeing as how I lived in the center of all that is The Biz. It's my own fault, really. You gave me the chances and I just let them pass me by. C'est le vie. Or, rather, tal es la vida.

Oh, yeah, I made small marks in various other things whose opportunities arose only because I lived in L.A. There were people I've met, bumped into, unknowingly stalked that I'll probably never see anywhere else. Certain trades I've picked up that I'm pretty certain I'd never have considered elsewhere. All of my friends-- good, or otherwise-- are here. There's a lot of things I'm leaving behind. But I trust that you'll take care of them while I'm gone.

And don't feel bad that mom and Robyn are moving elsewhere too. It's nothing personal, and the timing is only really just coincidental when it comes right down to it. It's not that you weren't good enough, it's just that they need a different kind of relationship, one that only Oklahoma can give them right now.

But you're still my baby, Los Angeles. I may be somewhere else, but you'll always be in my heart. I have far too much left undone here, so I don't doubt I'll be back someday. Maybe to fulfill a dream, or maybe because my dreams have been broken. I don't know when, either; maybe it'll be a few weeks, or a few dozen years. I'll even try to visit. Probably.

I guess now is the time to say it, though. While we're being honest. I don't really know if I'll ever come back. You know how my life has been, right? You've seen it from the day I was born until this very moment. Things work strangely in my life, and certain opportunities are afforded that I never would have predicted. For instance, this move to Washington never would have happened had I not reconnected with my friend Ashleigh. That wouldn't have happened had I not moved to Simi Valley. That wouldn't have happened had I not had a falling out with my roommate, and THAT would never have happened had I never gone to school. And even that would never have happened had I not worked at Target. Do you see what I'm saying, Los Angeles? I think you, if anyone, could appreciate what I'm saying here. Life is just too unpredictable.

I'm certain you'll be okay without me. You'll learn to live life, and so will I. If I do come back-- which, I hope, will happen even if just to stop by for tea-- just know one thing: everything is a-okay.

Bah, I've probably rambled on and been sentimental enough for you. I've never been one for long goodbyes, and technically I'm not saying that yet. But I felt you deserved some closure, and so with that I bid you adieu. I only have eyes for you, Los Angeles. But my heart is taking me elsewhere now.

Take care, and be kind to the rest of your children.

Love,
Jeremy

So I was recently selected to be a new inductee as a Buzznet Original, which is totally awesome! It's a huge honor that people like my art and photography :D Seriously, I'm thrilled by it!

Thank you to the committee, my mom, and my sisters spider Cookie who inspires and frightens me every night.

NINE DAYS TO TACOMA!

Turns out I didn't file my taxes properly while e-filing, and so the two months I've been waiting for my refund to arrive has been for naught as I'm the kind of fucktard who failed to press that ONE LAST GODDAMNED BUTTON TO COMPLETELY FILE! So now I have to wait upwards of another six weeks before I get it, while in the mean time I'll be struggling to get on my feet up in Washington in two weeks.

Also, I received my response from the Mensa organization. I don't qualify. I failed the genius test... LITERALLY! Wakka wakka wakka!

That joke is not nearly as funny as I'd imagined it'd be.

This isn't to say that times are shitty. In fact, almost nothing BUT awesome things have been happening lately. I just have a tendency to not feel the need to blog about them, even though there's been a lot of really cool shit.

I just prefer to let people know when I fail :D

In other news, April 15th, 10:30 AM I am officially leaving Los Angeles for who knows how long. Wish me luck!