WellHungLiar

For whatever reason, I have no energy for DA. I've been shooting a lot, and posting to the other blog, but when it's your job to be creative 12 hours out of every day, you start to LONG for the mundane task of alphabetizing books at Barnes & Nobles. I'll still cruise by The Green Machine, 'cause this place is a fuggin' FOUNTAIN of creativity. But I doubt that I'll post much. Besides, this place used to be Deviant, and then the anarchists started to percieve a need for rules. I'm a rocker. I don't care for rules. With that, I invite any of you who care to send me a note, and I'll give you the link to the other blog. It's way fun, and way per

DeviantART has taken a back-seat to my full-time blog. Mostly because my blog doesn't delete content for being somewhat DEVIANT! Not that too many of my posts are. But with the category police and the content police and the fucking model-release police scouring our little anarchists villa, I've been spending more time over in the Dowhatchalike section. BUT, I miss you people. Especially those of you that post topless pictures of yourselves, and you know who you are. I'll do my best to post whatever I can, but more importantly, savor more of the BRILLIANT work being posted by fellow deviants.

My baby brother got dumped by his girlfriend last month. To fill the void, he's taken up golf. Now, I've never been the golfing type. Sure, I used to caddy at the local country club, but that was really only because I thought Caddyshack was the funniest movie on the planet. (Which I still do.) But the thought of actually PLAYING golf always made me roll my eyes and mentally hum "Borrrrr-riiiiiiing." Needless to day, I want to make sure my baby bro doesn't stay down in the dumps, so I sprang a few bucks for a shitty set of clubs (VIVE LA TARGET!) and joined him on the golf course this evening. We didn't play a round, but we did go through 6