Nobody Cares.

These are some things I enjoy when off the clock.

Dangerous tools.

And using them on the clock.

Drawing pictures.

Hobos and vagrants with fresh fruit.

Liquor.

Beer.

More dangerous tools.

Dead things.

Dead things filled with expensive coffee.

Adventures in Snapchattery.

Acknowledging that art is everywhere while simultaneously ridiculing dead things.

Exhaustion, Pain, and Questioning the Point

As it turns out fiddling with my photo archives with a mangled hand causes me a great deal of pain. It seems like I have to take many breaks. Here's some more from the Carlo's days.

I love making motorcycles and ATVs.

Sometimes I have absolutely no clue what I'm working on.

I sure as shit did it though. It's a thing.

Proof that you can't get 'em right every time.

I mean, what the fuck?

Little girl adventurer was so much fun!

I wish there was some way of telling Kevin Smith that I did his 40th birthday cake sculpture.

You out there, Kevin? I dug your autobiography.

It's that chair everyone is so butt hurt about.

Process below and stuff.

Nightmarish Remembrances of Times Long Since Past a Few Months Ago or Whatever.

This is a small collection of things I did back when I was working at Carlo's Bakery. I'm pretty sure I was blacked out for the whole thing because I don't remember a second of it. Le whatever.

"What is that dude doing?"

"The fuck if I know, darling."

True story.

This is a process photo of a robot disguised as a flesh eating woman. I think.

Dr. Schnoo

And his companion Blop.

Versus Hair/Man.

Silks dancer.

My lover does this. I could too but I don't feel like it.

I haven't figured out how to rotate images yet.

Dr. Schnoo's control console for his magical Port-a-John.

I don't watch the show.

Clap clap.

It's Take-Guilt-Too-Far-Man.

And his nemesis Dr. Proctology Malpractice.

For the lover's sisters birthday. I don't think she even likes bears.

My friend Polish losing at volleyball.

Me waving at said volleyball with my hotdog.

"Hey, volleyball."