April 2011

I’m  BBQing and catching an art opening with Fredrick tonight. I’ll take some pictures if I can.


Le Sigh…

After rushing around looking at art I met up with Fred, Carl, and some other artsy types at the beer gardens. Knowing people comes in handy for getting free beer. I didn’t get the name of the first band playing but they were entertaining. Cannon Bros closed the show and were great. There wasn’t enough people dancing so Fred started an impromptu dance party.

Now we’re talking

Old dude’s getting into it now!

Cannon Bros

After clean up there was still  a keg of Half Pints left so we all holed up in the plaster closet and drank our faces off. The highlight had to be re-purposing Fred and Robin’s ceramics projects to use as mugs and steins for the beer. Classy bitches all of us literally drinking out of pieces of art. Fred, Carl and I ended up filling up a 2 liter for the bus ride home and ate cheese cake and played Smash Bros back at my place. Good times!

The student of art open house was a great time. My only regret was not getting there sooner, I would have had a lot  more time to spend looking at things instead of madly rushing through three buildings and 300 artist’s worth of work. On top of it I managed to miss Fred’s photo piece! Damn it. I’ve already seen it once at his place but seeing it on a wall at a show would have been fun. The beer gardens were fun (Thanks Fred for the beer tickets!) and both the bands I caught were good. Anyways here’s some pictures, apologies for the quality I was in a mad rush and felt weird taking pictures so I was trying to do it quickly.

Creepy vagina babystroller?

Kristian’s finished (well kind of) piece.

More after the jump!


School of Art open house today! Pictures will be posted tomorrow. If only I had a decent camera and skills.

Dude, fuck you too.

Remember a few weeks ago when I had that weird spirit animal visitation? Yeah….that was a little messed up. The jury is still out on whether there’s a mother moose watching over me spiritually but I learned it’s definititly not an owl. Last night I was in bed chillin’ like a villain, you know sleeping and some shit when BAM a fucked up dream comes waltzing into my space. This time Steve and I are on a rooftop in some non-distinct city when out of no where…OWL! A white and grey owl (maybe a snow owl? I don’t know, I don’t know fucking owls) dives down and starts messing up my face with it’s talons. Not only is it scratching at my face and eyes but it’s also messing up my hair. I don’t abide that kind of bullshit so my first reaction was to reach up and grab him by his nasty bird ankles. Once I had a firm grip on his legs he starts to flap and tries to take off. Nope asshole nope. I press his feet against my head so he can’t get away and then quickly yell to Steve: “Punch it in the face! Punch it in it’s fucking face”. Steve nails it twice in it’s round white smug bird face. The owl is understandably fucked now but no one messes with my hair so I swing it by it’s ankles into a wall because fuck owls.

You’re going to get punched right in your dumb face


First things first, play some background music while you read this. I’m crushing on Caribou’s Swim lately.

Today was kind of a write off. I slept for most it and then jumped on a bus to work. Because I don’t have much to talk about here’s a brief photo essay of Monday night instead. First some context, Kristian was madly working on some art pieces to submit to his art classes this week, I on the other hand was desperate to avoid studying. Anyways here’s some boring pictures.

WINE! WE ARE SO CLASSY! (No we’re not because…)

“Vuelve” I don’t know Spanish but I’m going to go with “Vagina”. Actually I wish that’s what we called them, Vuelve, so nice and soft sounding.

Damn it Kris…

Time to make some homemade veggie Italian shit. That’s how we roll.

Now the big piece.

He hasn’t decided if it’s Hell or Heaven yet.

Probably Hell.


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