:roblog:

take 20 minutes out of your manic day and experience this.

 

[click to embiggen this self-referential, blind-drunk diatribe of misgivings and hope.]

hoooold on!

who's up for a quick spin in the EUTHANASIA COASTER?

[thank you, rob lightner, for being an endless source of (b)light.]

santorum embraces the inevitable

today i mos def feel like i'm in my

 

mid-40's.

 

(cick to embiggen. lord i love my boys.)

hangin' by my feet (again) by roandalton

ok so here's some actual "content" of the rob variety

it's been a strain, these past months. the holiday madness. the ceaseless gray lid on the sky. the karass dearth, into which i poured all manner of whatnot, both good and ill; the steady hemmoraghing of dinero as i continue to build something genuine and coherent and sustainable in an industry rife with specious nonsense, crap creative, and throbbing ego.

but it's feeling like the tide is turning, as i've got so many irons in the fire i can barely see the fire, so something has got to burn. in fact, we did just land a gig working with the Center for Re-Inventing Public Education, and it's the perfect hybrid for Karass: it's Good Work, and they have a reasonable budget. here's to more of that, so i can stop wasting energy worrying and funnel all those vibrations into creating.

as for perspective, my boys are (mostly) healthy and (wholly) happy, steph's business is burgeoning, and in the scheme of things, i'm a lucky motherfucker, soup to nuts.

a'ight. back to yer regularly scheduled face-folding whatwhat…

 

won't you please help Bear with this pressing decision…