Day 469 of 365 More. The day after Thanksgiving is a huge party day. This year, I took the initiative and planned a little karaoke outing. Regular readers will realize that Steph and I love karaoke. But what could be better than karaoke? Well, karaoke with strippers of course. Steph had never actually been to…
Day 468 of 365 More. Half a millennia ago, a a clueless white man came to the new world and gave all the natives syphilis. A little over 100 years later, a bunch of sexually repressed overly religious kooks got sick of all crazy european sex their countrymen were having so they took off for…
Day 467 of 365 More. A few days ago I finally ordered all of the zodiac necklaces I need for my new photography project I came up with. In order to get all the signs, I had to go to four different stores. One of them had free shipping if I ordered a specific amount…
Day 466 of 365 More. Went to dinner with Steph for our date night. Had a nice lovely time. When we were done, what did we do? What does your favorite wild and crazy playboy wrestling photographer do with his special lady on a romantic evening? A walk along the beach? A broadway show? A…
Day 464 of 365 More. Slept in today and got up in time to watch the Steelers game. Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. How does one of the best teams in the league (the Steelers at 7-2) lose to one of the worst (the Jets at 1-8). Not only lose,…
Day 463 of 365 More. Woke up this morning with mail from a model who wanted to shoot today. I was free this afternoon and so I said yes. And then I got stood up. What the hell? Apparently, I’m just the guy that screams "hey walk all over me." Anyway, this evening was the…
Day 459 of 365 More. I already know Steph is going to hate this picture but I really like it, so oh well. Anyway, a couple years ago, my friend Mike got into Lomography. Basically some Russian guys invented a really crappy camera with bad optics and instead of throwing the thing out, they put…
Day 458 of 365 More. And back to normal. Weird thing about coming off a wrestling weekend. I spent the whole day at work, and not one person hit another person with a chair. No one dove off of anything into anyone else. No one got bodyslammed into thumbtacks. I didn’t even see anyone poke…
Day 457 of 365 More. Well, its about time. Today, I broke my six month losing streak in wrestling. The last couple of months I’ve taken a bodyguard in Black Diamond Wrestling. The Bulldozer. That’s him there. Here’s a good rule if you ever become a professional wrestler. If you’re 5’8 and 180lbs, its maybe…
Day 456 of 365 More. So, I got my truck back this morning. According to my ticket, I was blocking someone’s driveway and they couldn’t get out so they had me towed. I don’t think I actually was, I almost always check that whenever I park, but I can’t prove that either, so that’s $110…
Day 455 of 365 More. And the hits just keep on coming. Got out of work and couldn’t remember where I parked my car. I always park on the same street on one of two blocks. I don’t always remember where, but its usually easy to find. And yet, I couldn’t. I walked the blocks…
Day 454 of 365 More. Weird thing about working for a small company (we have 15 employees). Sometimes, you end up having to wear multiple hats. Sometimes your company is moving to a new building which is under construction and they say "hey you, artistic boy, come help us figure out what the hell this…
Day 453 of 365 More. Here’s how my brain works. I’m actually not as into this project as I used to be. I lost my fascination with it ages ago. I don’t daydream about it. I don’t obsess over getting a specific shot every day. At this point, its pure inertia that gets me through…
Day 452 of 365 More. So, I’m actually still sick. In the old days, I’d just chug a big bottle of Q and be done with it, but now, I have the problem of having to get up for work in the mornings. *sigh* Damn society! Forcing me to work and shit! Anyway, 24-hour, non-drowsy…
Day 451 of 365 More. With all due apologies to Amaya, Marlo, Sarah and the others, meet my favorite model, Sunrise Adams. Ok, she would be, except that she has no idea who I am and has never posed for me. Given the way I behave, it might surprise people to know that I’m not…