Redesigns and Motions and All Kinds of Crazy S--- (with disclaimers)

The summer redesign of Auralport is coming.  It's in the factory works right now, as we speak.  It's been autumn way too long over there and frankly the browns are starting to get to me and darken everything I do when I am there.  I need some green going on.  Some color to reflect the growth and all that.  More importantly I need to incorporate some pinks and purples.  Yeah, it'll look a little gay, but that's what I am.  Sue me.  For gayness.  Cuz if you try to sue me for anything else you will find pretty quickly that I am, as they say in the business, "judgement proof".  Not saying you won't win the case.  All I'm saying is what you win will be a big happy bag of nothing.  Except maybe self satisfaction.  However, you can go home knowing that the only reason I am judgement proof is because I have nothing to take.  But more importantly (this just keeps going on, right?) the only reason why I have nothing to take is because of the decisions you made that put me in a position to have nothing.  So basically we're even.

Not really though.  I got off scott free (where the hell did that saying come from?  a reference to free balling in kilts maybe?  I dunno) after a fashion.  You got to screw me or at least feel like you taught me a life lesson.  So we're even right?  Nah, I'm going to cut your face off and feed it to you the next time I see you.  LOL  that is happening.  Which is why I can't see you.  Because I will make a sincere attempt on your life.  Jokes aside.  I will kill the weaker of the two of you.  Do not come to my house, parents.  Because I will kill you.  I hope that's clear enough.

So anyway.  The redesign is coming and I'm really looking forward to it.  The hard part is trying to find a good shot of nature to work with.  I'm out there all of the time, but I just have to remember to bring a camera one of these days.  So many pictures to take.  So little time.  I looked into dslr-s and realized pretty quickly there is no way in hell I could afford one.   There is a way, I just lied, there is a way, but if I ever ponied up the money I would have to spend it on a car first.  Which brings up other mommy daddy issues but I'm not going into that.  I am.  Just this once.  Caps locked.  WORST GRADUATION GIFT AND SUBSEQUENT CHAIN OF EVENTS EVER, I HOPE YOU HANG YOURSELVES IN SEPARATE ROOMS OF THAT SHITHOLE YOU LIKE TO CALL A HOUSE.

Okay, so, not to be entirely bipolar on this.  I would like to present a motion to do some art.  Everyone at the table, yay or nay my friends.  Yes, we are taking a vote.   All present?  Alright then, moving forward on the motion to attempt some cartooning.  All in favor, say aye.  All opposed?  Let the record show that the motion is passed.

I've got my fingers back into poetry and short stories again.  God knows I damn near had to handcuff myself and blindfold my eyes to do that.  It had to be done though.  A life without creation is self destruction.  I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing with facebook at this point.  For me it kind of does well as real time memoirs.  It all depends on how far back the record will go.  If the timescale ends after so many years, it's pretty much useless in that regard.  I hope it doesn't.  I'm pretty much writing a book on there, though some probably think I'm just a loon.  Which is fine, because I kind of am.  I gave up on trying to find the secret of life because I know the guy who knows the guy who has it.  It's frustrating because he gave it to me once and knew that I wouldn't remember.   So I have to try again, but now he knows that I know so I'm going to have to pull some kind of double fake to get it this time.

So what is the crazy shit.  The really really junk that still makes go "wait a minute, what?"  There isn't any.  Smiley face.  Not today.  Alright here's one.  Just one.  I woke up in a trap house again.  I used to call them house parties until a friend of mine introduced the concept of the trap house and I had a little revolution in perspective and was like "that makes absolute sense."  Mostly because it does.  That is exactly what they are.  Which explains a lot about how the people in there behave.  Yeah, I felt like a nub the first time it happened.  But now, it's just like, "alright, got all your shit?  okay, time to roll."  Where was I going...  so yeah I woke up and rolled out and someone said "Hobbes, where you goin?" as soon as I got out the door, and I was like ... yeah, that's my gotdamn name.  And I realized alot of the people I used to know, don't know that I changed my name.  So I let them call me by my old name, fam aside, because they just don't know. And I'm okay with that, I think.   For now.  It's not legal, but what is?


///Beck - "Devil's Haircut"        pistols are pointing at a poor man's pocket, and he don't give a fuuuuuuuuu