It’s Gonna Be a Shitstorm, Folks.

Chronologically, every image I’ve edited since my last post (hover for titles).

Also, images link to the bigger versions now, which I should have been doing all along.

GO!

 

 

I figured I’d exit that clusterfuck with some cuteness.

Peace, all!

I Take Too Many Pictures

I know I was *supposed* to post a part 2 after my last post and never got around to it, and now that I have the chance, I already have more shots. I’m mostly just planning to stick up a little disjointed thing here with a lot of the pictures I haven’t gotten a chance to put anywhere but my private photobucket page. Some of these are pretty old but oh well.

 

SNEAK ATTACK MOTHERFUCKER

They…switched clothes.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Laughing Gas

I don’t care what you think about the general ambiguity of purpose of that last one. It makes me smile.

Dance, Motherfuckers

Jakiayha always dances barefoot, and he’s damn good. Jay dances like a fucking spaz.

Suburban Pimpin’

Sometimes Ethan just looks kinda badass.

A couple sort of mini digital collage thingies, too, all the words are song lyrics. 

Drip Clean

Lyrics from Bathwater by No Doubt

Permanent Record

Lyrics from Kiss Off by The Violent Femmes

Like Drops of Mercury

Lyrics from Goddess on a Hiway by Mercury Rev

More soon. I’ll try hard to post more often

Peace!

Oh My… Part 1!

Thursday was fucking awesome.

Fuck Your ‘Conventions’

If a bit floppy. (That green top that he’s wearing in a lot of these, by the way, is mine.)

It Takes Soul

Jay has become convinced that he is David Lee Roth. We’re largely to blame, we encourage him.

I’d Like to See YOU Be This Epic

He keeps getting more and more convincing.

Coked Out

He plays other characters, too. I’m pretty sure Marlie still doesn’t really understand what’s going on…any of the time.

Take a Hobo to Waffle House and He Will Show You the World

She does her best, and we all applaud her. Really, when you’re dating this, your best is a lot to ask.

Look! My Butt Is a Distraction!

Psychics Make the Best Heroin Addicts

Jiggy Porndust

We found an Ethan!

Blast Ye!

There was some tension at first, but after a while things eased.

Shit Balls

INVISIBLE THIGH MASTER

DD

Before long they were real, real close, but then the Mustang got between them.

Sexy Tiem

Here, I pass out and take a break. You will probably have the rest in a few hours.

Happy zombie jeebus day, everyone, I hope you had a good one!

 

Art and Copyright and Creative Commons

Today I *will* post some of the insane photos I took Thursday night (it’s taken me this long to edit enough to make a coherent blog post, and more will certainly trickle in later), but right now I have another thingy to address.

I’ve done some thinking about what art really means to me, and mostly that’s really been what it *isn’t*. Here’s some of the things I believe.

Art is not a definite process. It does not have a beginning and it does not have an end.

Art is not an independent process. Being inspired is part of the process and that is at least as much an external thing as it is an internal thing.

Art is not a thing to be withheld, because when it is hidden away, it is given an artificial end, and that lessens the piece by depriving it of one of it’s purposes – to inspire other art.

This is a lot of what Creative Commons is about, because so many of the same tenants, with a few tweaks to wording, are true for information in any form. I’ve always loved Creative Commons, but it was only just recently that I really understood just how amazing and how necessary it is.

As of right now, all of my artwork is available under a Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike license.

Attribution, in part because it is obligatory- CC does not offer a license without it, and in part because I like to know where and how my work is being used. However, I will not place limits on the way my work is used. It’s your art, not mine, and as soon as my individual creative process has ended and you have resumed with your own, the control is not mine. I do reserve the rights of my models to control how their image is being used, and if they don’t like it I may have to ask you to remove it from display, but I’ll fight for you and your art to whatever distances I can.

Non-Commercial, I think, is for obvious reasons. I’m not against people making money off of their work, even when their work is a derivative of mine, but I am against the unchecked use of it. Here, I just want you to ask. And I want proof that the “share-alike” portion will be maintained, because once something is being used for profit, there are usually complex legal hoops for anyone who wants to then take and repurpose your piece. It’s sticky, just contact me.

Share-Alike is the most straightforward. I refuse to be the end of the creative process, and if you want to participate in this with me, I want you to continue it further.

Let Art Flow!

Lookit How Boring and Mundane We Are!

The other day, after my friend Luchin looked at the Spring Break post, he told me I’d done something he’d thought impossible – made his friends look mundane.

Don’t be fooled. We’re really losers.

To make him feel better, here are a bunch of pictures to exemplify just *how* boring my friends and I really are. Good pictures, though. I hope.

Off

Not Off

At this point, you might be inclined to think that I just went around taking pictures of boring stuff around my house, but, seriously, I was with my friends when I took all of these. The next few I was walking around with my friends and they were *pointing out* things that they thought would be cool.

Palettes

Ethan was amazed by these to no end.

Left There

And, even when we sit around, if you ignore the general costumage that Jay wears on a regular basis, we’re pretty usual.

Cool Kids Still Play 3.5

We’ve even rejected 4.0 like good little fanboys and girls.

Here’s hoping  that little vignette didn’t totally put you to sleep/make you wonder why the fuck you’re looking at this blog anyways.

Peace!

Mini-Post: More Jessa!

She kicked that box’s ASS!

Smoosh

Take that, arbitrary parking lot rules!

Defiance

Best. Toy store. Ever.

Milkshake

She’s so vintage that even the things she poses with are vintage! Seriously, that thing was *faded* pink.

Our Phone Booths are Pink Because We’re Spreading the Love

Thus Begins Spring Break

By 5pm on the first day of break (read as implying that I’m obviously really slow and totally not doing anything exciting) I’d made it to the mall with Jay and Marlie.

Just Like a Blow Up Doll

Store mannequins are fucking creepy, but at least they’re equal opportunity creepers. And they always pose s’damn weird.

Diversity

Spencer’s vibrator display’s gotten more diverse, too.

During this, Marlie, playing the concerned girlfriend, was horrified.

We had Chinese Buffet for dinner, now we have to find a Jello Clinic for Jay.

The First Sign You Need Rehab

Friday night was D&D, with Jay dressed like an aerobics instructor from 1989 (delibrately). He was playing Pokemon on one of those clear purpley game boy colors. He’d been wearing the fox tail all day and he’s halfway to convincing us he’s really vulpix.

I’m Gonna Be Vaporeon When I Grow Up!

I’m pretty sure he only lets me take so damn many pictures of him so that he can secretly assemble the portfolio with which he’ll launch his furry porn career.

Sweatin’ to the Dorkies

I think that, at this point, most of his friends are just mystified. (Thanks, Luchin, for the title!)

Here, photography rescinded into hours of dice rolling and ridiculous plot points.  I love friday nights.

Introduction

I suppose if you’re here all of a sudden, like you seem to be, you’re probably really confused. I’ll try to help you out. (Don’t worry, I get lost in the interbutts lots and lots, just remember, always try to ge back to a search engine, and everything will be alright).

I’m autochthonic (I’m not a proper noun; I cuss too much for that). I’m also a dumb teenager with a camera and an addiction to curves adjustment and cross processing. I’m working on branching out.

I really like people, and the things that people create and destroy and live in and leave behind on a very personal individual level. I like the streets and the street lights and the trash cans at the end of your driveway, and you. Photos of nature don’t interest me because they are the default, and photos of cities from a distance do not move me because they are our vicious occupiers, but each individual human has so much power, and the demonstration of that is so unbelieveably fascinating that I can’t not document it.

I have a much less intense, sort of periphery love of color and light, and playing with color and light. It makes things interesting.

So, here’s a bunch of images to get you started, I hope you enjoy yourself.

Jessa Hates Stairs

Main Street

6161

How to Be Cool Lesson 1

How to Be Cool Lesson 2

Illegal Parking

Jessa Loves the Ground

She Can Chuckle Like a MANIAC