Thought for the day...

So we all have shit that bugs us. Pet-peeves, people, moments, whatever. And we all vent accordingly to our friends who are always willing to lend a ear. But what happens when a particular instance keeps popping up? You can't keep venting, gets old, and annoying. I mean, doesn't it?

Anyways, having a recurring moment, want to scream, but don't want to put bad mojo in the world.

So I guess I settle for a cryptic blog. Sorry all.

ugh.

TAILSMACK!

So Captain D's, it's a little place of seafood goodness... well when I say that, I've never been to one. But whatever. Anyway, they started a little viral campaign titled "TAILSMACK", and it's pretty fucking incredible. Well, not gonna tell you what happens on this site, but turns out a buddy of mine put me in this thing Captain D's put together... not only that, I guess people liked the end result so much... it's in the top ten?

Weird, I know.

Anyway, curious? Click on the image, or head over to TAILSMACK. You should find me in the scrollbar to the right. Also check out the commercials, they're pretty hilarious too!



P.S.
The headline typeface on the site... Memphis... I know, I'm a nerd.

wtf

So I'm poking through Flickr, trying to find a gallery I lost the link to. And I come across this photo:



It's a picture of a poster that's on the all of my cube. Now, please note, this is not a image of a poster that I have, this is the poster I have. And the gallery the photo is in, yea, don't know the guy. And why is this man taking pictures of my cube...

It's all very bizarre.

The culprit: Tantek

T-Shirt Closure...

So you know how I was bitching about how I was nowhere with those t-shirt designs for that band my brother knew? Well I finally came up with some designs, sent them off, and I hope the band likes 'em. Anyway, I thought I would share them with you.

Enjoy!







P.S.
The art is copyrighted by me. The Speaks name and logo is a tm and copyright, The Speaks, all rights reserved. Please don't grab the images off this blog, thanks!

Holy Shit, I Wish I Had a Photo of This...

So I'm working over the weekend, like every weekend nowadays... but as I'm working I flip through the channels on this fine Saturday morning. Now as I do this, I come across the Care Bears. But what's totally incredible about this? There was a MECHA Bear! I guess he was the villain, but yeah, Care Bear in a big Mecha suit, ala Cyclones in Robotech or something.

Goddamn, I wish I had a picture to show you. Incredible.

Decided...

So I've decided my recent acne breakout, not so much to do with the extra hair. But I have decided it's due to the fact I am so fucking stressed.


The End.

The Dialated Eyes Blog.

First alloe me to applogize for the spelling in this blog. My eyes are currently dialated, and cannot really see shit. Just sort of tristing ing the typing classes from school to help me. But yea, eyes, dialated. I had a appoitnment with my optometrist this afternoon, getting hte okay from work to work from home after... so yea, every time I go, they ask if I want to get my eyes dialated... never due. But the more I learned about it, it's good to do at least once in a while. It's like a physical for your eyes. Anyway, my optometrist asks me today, "So you gonna let me dialate your eyes today?" So I'm all like, fuck it, let's do this... The majkor thing I was worried about was driving home, but she said I would be fine. It wasn't intil I was going to pay that it hit me the extent of the side effects she apprised me of. She told me no close reading, or things of that nature. Which was fine, I took that comment like if I was reading a book, where the text is pretty close to my face. But no, paying by check, couldn't make anything out on the check. And as I type this blog, the screen is a good 2-2 1/2 feet from my face, something I don't consider close reading... yea, can't make a single fucking thing out on th screen, I'm sure when my eyes get right again that this blog is LITTERED with errors. But whatever.

The only thing I am thinking right now, how the fuck amn I gonna work? Thank god I got to work from home, and thank god I have nothing due today.

But it kinda sucks, there was stuff I wanted to get done today... ugh.

Long story short kids, don't get your eyes diatled if you got shit to do.

But in four hours, i'll get my shit done. BELIEVE IT!

Sometimes dry can be too dry I guess...

So my immediate supervisor stops by my desk and asks, "Ben are you hot?" To which I always reply, "Well, I like to think of myself as attractive, but that's just me."

But he didn't laugh, and motions to my box fan under my desk.

And now I sit and wonder if he took me seriously.

Oh well. It's okay though, because I am damn sexy!