I scored a few days off of work, so I've been drinking a lot of beer. This means that poor Dorian has shuttling and scuttling my fat ass around town since I've been in no state to drive.
Anyway I've always liked the home movies that OANST shares with us, then fucking Pilot did it, so I figured what the fuck, why not, here we go. So we went out to some remote beach and I pretty much video taped the whole drive. I only stopped to drink more beers or make Dorian pull over so I could piss. Fuck the open container laws.
What was cool about this beach was that we drove through the forest[s] for what seemed like days and then we suddenly came upon the ocean. It was like coming to the end of the earth. I guess it's technically just the stinky Puget Sound instead of the real live beach-beach, but it works in a pinch.
Then we went to my Mom's house. She lives out in the woods and there are bears and deer and raccoons. She has a lot of dogs. The big one is mine.
I feel as though this blog is lacking.
As far as my new friend goes, I don't know his real name, or what he actually looks like. When we meet, he covers the lower half of his face with a bandana. All I know is his Moniker, which is Ceph. He tells me it is short of Cephalopod. He's a young stickerhead/wheatpaster on a mission to brighten up the county I live in, and I can dig it. What we have is a Peter Parker/Spider Man relationship in the making, except we are actually two separate people. I am not Ceph. Seriously. A few people in town have already made the mistake of making that assumption. While I am affiliated with the man, we are not one in the same.
Anyway, he's fighting urban decay and sprawl and really just anything he doesn't find aesthetically pleasing by stickering and wheatpasting these god damned adorable cartoon squid/octopus things around town.
Right now he's sticking to bridges and underpasses but he tells me he has plans. He wants media coverage. He wants cephalopod domination. I just like the color. They're like smiling [sometimes not so much] octopus shaped flowers springing up all over town.
I am working on getting some shirts screen printed with his designs, but I'm a busy bitch. Not that any of you care. If you do care, I'll be interviewing and photographing Ceph and his work on a fairly irregular basis and hosting that shit somewhere or another. There's also some stuff on facebook somewhere. You can probably find it.
I put down the razor long ago. I think if anything I just need to start lifting weights again. Maybe kettlebells. That combined with heavy beer drinking had me pretty fucking huge. And solid.
