The World has Gone Bananas (breaking report)

Okay, I don't know much about Billy Ray Cyrus except a few things:
1.) He has, or had, a mullet that looked like a animal died on his head
-Side Note: I was convinced for a while that the "Billy Ray Cyrus" mullet was a sign of insanity. Well the jury is still out. However people in the mid-west can hold prominent positions of authority looking like him. I know, I lived there.
2.) He went on a country music award show and yelled some insult to his rival Travis Trit. He said, "For those of you that don't like my music....Travis Trit...here is a quarter! Now call someone who cares!"
3.) I nearly peed my pants when he said that. People with mullets like that that take themselves seriously make me want to pee.
4.) When I was in late middle school to early high school my siblings used to watch, "Animanacs"- and there was a skit where Pinky and the Brain try to take over the world by playing, "Don't tell my head, my empty hollow head, I just don't think it would understand" all over the world to make people stupid and/or crazy so they could rule the world.

That's my knowledge of Billy Ray Cyrus. So when I saw on the front cover of Yahoo News: "Is Billy Ray Cyrus a good father or not? Details inside." I just flipped my fucking wig. This is the world news. The world Internet news that informs us what's up around the world when we sit at our computer to coffee and a new day. There are civil wars in many countries in Africa, AIDS, that mess in the Guantanamo Bay Concentration Camp, ghettos, murders, etc (you get my point), and they choose to pop a question about: Fucking Mullet Man being a good father? I don't give a fuck! I don't care about his dumb life, the slow moving electric pong game going on in that guys head, the inevitable fight he got into with his barber years before he became famous for looking like an asshole, or about his parenting skills. What the fuck is going on with the world? What the media chooses to tell us is seriously in question when the king of all inexcusable hair styles (if one can call it that) makes the front page of the news. I am certain that this is the first sign of the coming Apocalypse.

One Funny Article in the News

I check the Internet every morning to see what's going on. I don't know why, but this article was hilarious to me. Probably because out of all the goings on in the world this made the front page of Yahoo News.

Man orders pet python to attack police officers

Tue Jun 17, 7:20 AM ET

BRIDGEPORT, Conn. - Bridgeport police say they arrested a city man after he ordered his pet to attack two officers. Lucky for them that 9-foot-long pythons aren't very obedient.

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Police Lt. James Viadero says 21-year-old Victor Rodriguez was charged with threatening police and disorderly conduct after Monday's incident. No one was hurt.

Officers were called to Rodriguez's apartment on a report that he was threatening his girlfriend with the pet reptile.

Viadero says that when the building superintendent opened the apartment door for the officers, Rodriguez allegedly threatened them with the snake and told it to "Get them!"

Rodriguez and his pet were both taken away: Rodriguez to jail on a $10,000 bond, and the albino python to the city's animal control shelter.

Ambrose

This is where you could find me yesterday, at the top of this gigantic bolder called, "Wedding Rock". I went here two years ago with all my siblings but Julie and Ambrose. It's been over three months since Amby died, and I thought I've come to grips with the entire thing. The irreversible loss. I lay down at night and think that he's at peace, rather then in pain, or waiting in some administration building's long line, or having his feelings hurt, or worrying about bills, work, rent. But yesterday it all broke apart after this trip to Wedding Rock. I kept thinking that Amby will never be able to see the ocean again. That he can't see the horizon, or smell the ocean, or climb those rocks. Life is terrible- it's hell- but these things make me miss my man. What can I say?

Let There Be Light

Lucian, a little past two months, ready for his close up with the camera. He loves to climb this foam and nibble it to pieces. This is our adorable boy. He's a lover.

In Progress

June 9th painting, with extra light.

Do Not Disturb the Artist

June 9th, 2008, before the afternoon inside our green house. The painter at work.

Gloomy old Eeyore

You can tell I'm unhappy in this photo because I am clutching my Vodka Blush. One of those days before of no sleep, so I decided to drink a vodka blush to remember the first drink that Daryl and I had together. That was around the beginning of September, at C'est La Vie Cafe, overlooking Laguna Beach. This was my first significant trip to Southern California. Vodka Blushes remind me of my new life to follow, almost a year later.