My Farthing Has Stated Fare Thee Well

I really have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but nevertheless it is there. Well, let's see here, what exciting melodramas have I been in lately. Ah yes, the inevitable return to Wyoming, with snow, ice, wind, and drifts. Fun. I-80 was a bucking fun sheet of lumpy ice, with white snakes of snow tumultuously racing about it. What fun says I. Not really says the person living under my skin.

What else, let's see here. Maybe my return to Durango soon? Yes, quite good, January 6th. Back to sane country. Where snow falls from the sky, not the ground, or the next town over (which is no less that 100 miles away, see for yourself, I am NOT exaggerating.) Well, nothing else really, I guess I'll be spending new years here, which means I'll be in bed by 10 at the latest.

Ok then, thats enough of this non silliness, now, get the hell off my lawn you dozy brats. Er, um, sorry guvner, no offense. Once again plagiarized from the person living under my skin. Selah.

Home Sweet Snow

I am now happily back in Colorado, away from Wyoming, so that is a good thing. And it is snowing, Ah the good white stuff, that makes the roads slick and the world quiet. Anyway, I just thought that I would post something quick, long trip, got in late, sometimes it is worth it. Selah.

I'm Not Pretty in Pinkin'

I'm so happy to be here, I could just die. But seriously, more uneventful monotony in lovely Wyoming. Ok, so I will be arriving in the San Juans soon, and couldn't be happier about it. I know that I will only be away from here about a week, but when I return, I'll only be here about another week after that, with a good chunk of change in my pocket.

On another note, I am looking forward to more art type stuffs in January. I have two planned paintings and am currently working on one digital illustration. "Hot Times!" said Joe. I am really enjoying the digital art stylings. It's different, and seeing as how I intend to make a living off of it, had better practice it.

Well, I guess I should do something constructive. Like attempting to understand deconstruction. False Realities and all. Actually, I prefer to construct reality in the Faucaultian way. Once again, this post was completely and shamelessly plagiarized from the person living under my skin.

Who's that Rube in the Bushes?

Must be me. Seeing as how I can't sleep, thanks to Amy... just kidding. Before I have an existential meltdown, I decided to spew some mental quandaries. Boundaries? Not being able to see the keyboard? Or having the internet crap out on me for the 1248th time today. I am ready for that saucy puppet show now. Time to delve into my madness.

For a hundred years preceding this menagerie of mental monotony, I decided to become the kind of person who misunderstands the very fabrication of reality and give it a go anyway. Reality that is, not fabrication, or was it the other way around? I've already forgotten. Maybe the person under my skin could let me in on the decisions. I just need to get that promotion of Not Being In The Dark All The Damn Time. The occult creations of platarian insubstantially and the very thing you know are interested in the mindless greed of designer harps. Head vs Heart = Bicycle vs Car.

Now, where the hell is my Tab, and how to I get to that saucy puppet show?

Wherefore our Protagonist Finds Himself Once Again in Wyoming

Yup, here I sit once again in Rawlins, Wyoming. This time not for very long, but long enough. I get to return to 'rango again on Thursday, but that, my friends, is only brief. Seeing as how I have to be back here by the 28th through the 5th. Which means I will miss seeing Alex again. I always enjoy visiting him this time of year.

Anyway, the reason for my being here is money. Simply put I need some to continue school. I am working on my design degree, and am almost done...maybe. who knows, I could decide to want the coveted and not really needed masters... We'll see. Once I have my second bachelors, there will be no stopping the awesome power that is me...no really, don't look at me that way, I mean, it could happen...fine, be that way. Rain on my parade, snow on my sundae, eat my banana smoothie. Killjoy.

So I get to make money, enjoy the company of my dad, and be cold, miserably deathly cold. Not to mention an Internet connection that is as inconsistent as a stealth elephant. Working great one minute, then the next, WAM, nothin'. Bugger. So I cant watch videos, or go to the sites that I usually do, like the escapist and homestar. Selah. But I will hopefully get some graphics done, and maybe even a video... Not that I can upload anything as of this moment.

I also went through and read many old posts here. What nonsensical crap. Some of it. Others I like. I had quite the streak of intellectual/philosophical thought there for awhile. And I liked it. It was fun...what the hell happened. the high ideals of my early twenties I guess. Then I began concerned with crap, and consequently went downhill from there. But that's the way it goes sometimes.

Well, with that, I think that I will end this post with the usual shenanigans. This post will be simulblogged on Vae Vicitus over at that myspace place, and was completely plagiarized from the person living under my skin. Also to any new readers, I just want you to give a big Al PachinoHOOHAW!....congratulations, you are now a member of the Al Pachino hoohaw club. Adieu!

Bad Internet

and long hours. my internet doesn't wrok so good right now, so if i ignore ya, it isnt intentional, I just have to get out of wyoming first. anyway, this is a quick message, because I dont know how long it will work, thcuss!

Procrastination

From writing my art theory final. I just don't want ot finish this bloody thing. But if I do, then all is well in the universe...or at least the Joeneverse. I just noticed I have 1800 total views. Thats like a landmark or summin. I should do something for it. I may... I may not. The hand of fate can shake my ass..The skipper 's my friend, not the captain....I don't know whats gonna happen...

plagerized from amny sources, including Bob Schneider and the person living under my skin...