The Eating, etc. Machine

     The Eating Shitting Pissing Farting Sweating Sneezing Vomit Sleeping Orgasm Machine

     That is pretty much all I am.

     On the side, I make art.

     It is frustrating and distracting when body functions get in the way of what I am trying to do.  There is nothing I can do about it.

     I have to live with it.

     We all do.

     I guess it is better to conduct these functions than to be dead, however.

A Very Short Story

     "ChristPissShitMotherFucker," David thought to himself when he entered the building, and heard that the band in 'The Meatlocker Room' was playing.
     "GoddammitToHellFuck," he added, thinking that it would be difficult to collect his thoughts together in these circumstances.
     "I fucking hate when the band plays," he finished off with before he began to write.

Drunk Women

     Just so you know, if you type in 'drunk women' as a google search, and look in the images section, you will find lots of great stuff.  It is fantastic.
     Here is one recent photo I found, and I'll let you find your own 'drunken women' photos.
     I'm just here to give a 'head's up'.

More Goblin War Drums in the studio

     Christfuckshitmotherfucker.  The Goblin War Drums are engaged.

     Shit.  Every stinking day I have to deal with the noise from this drummer who isn't very good.

     I actually like drums, which is unusual for most people, but this guy just sucks.

     What he tries to do is to emulate sped-up recorded drums, like what he hears in pop songs, and he can't do it.

     So, it sounds like shit.

     Imagine trying to write with this garbage going on; yet, that is what I have to do.

     When I have to record for a video, I always have to wait until the musicians are done.  If not for a certain youtube policy of noise or music produced by someone else, I would just say, "fuck it", and record anyways.

     "God, there is always something."

     Anyway, I hope Blogger doesn't mind my swearing in this entry.  This blog is set to adult, so I don't know what the problem would be.
     I don't even know what the problem is with swearing in the first place.  I've heard it in public ever since I was a kid.
     True, they didn't swear in church, and in a classroom, but most every other place somebody says fuck, shit, or motherfucker.  Those seem to be the main three offensive words.

     The only real problem with profanity is it is boring to hear somebody else say it.

     The speaker doesn't give a shit, because it feels good to swear, and to get those words out.

     It is very tedious for the listener, however, unless you are the kind of low-life scum that likes that kind of shit.

     Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this entry.

     I kind of liked writing it.

    
    

A need to say a word, coupled with things about today

     Fuck.  Another day, and I'm confused.  I got a lot to do, and I don't even know where to begin.
     Fuck.

     Anyhow, I raised my keyboard and my mouse, so I can stand while I work on the computer.  It is much better.  Sitting all the time is not good.  It was turning me into a lard-ass to sit too much.  The human body isn't designed to sit all day long.
     Anyway, so that problem is solved.  I used a bunch of books to elevate the keyboard, and I used a small, cardboard box to rest the mousepad on top of.
     Now I have the option to sit or stand, and it is much nicer.
     I would like to raise my monitor, too, but that would take some time.  It would be a whole involved project to do that, and to not upset the wires, but I'll eventually figure it out.  I always do.

     Fuck, so it was another day at the cafe where I had to sit next to a bunch of people who were engaged in an epic conversation.
     I am a magnet for that kind of thing, because there is always a lot of activity on my table, and people like to watch with the corner of their eye.
     It is annoying because they never say anything, and if they did, I would probably be annoyed if they said something stupid, which is usually the case when they do dare to speak with me.  It usually never works out well.

     Anyhow, I have picture files to organize, and I'm trying to put a video together which I am behind on. 
     Fortunately, I have a client who understands that making an animation takes time.

A Naughty Word with Magnetic Letters

     As far as I know, this adult only blog is the only place where I can post this picture.  I wouldn't want to offend anyone.
     It is 2013, and I still have to worry about content like this, and for most people, it is no big deal.
     When a naughty word is made into art, people make a fuss, or they cry outrage, or whatever they do, I don't know.  I'm not them.
     I am pretty sure that in most art galleries I couldn't put this on the wall.
     That would be pretty cool to have a 'Profanity Art Show', however.  That would be fun.

     Anyway, I was laughing when I was making this word on the table at the cafe today.  It was a good time.

     It was odd, because I felt a little guilty for spelling out this word in public.  I was slightly worried that someone might see it, so I spelled it out fast, and photographed it even faster.  Then, I messed up the letters.
     I'm forty-five years old, and I'm worried about offending people, my word.

     One time, I was bicycling, and in public after a gay parade, I saw a guy sucking another guy's cock, with a third guy video taping it.

     I don't know why I should be worried.