I needed some fancy kicks and these black ones will do.

#photos #fashion

Peeps, here’s a full concert of non-stop relentless, surf-monster-music for your Friday afternoon. If you love it as much as I do (and you should) there’s loads more on the YouTubes.

Behind the drummer is a video backdrop, I need similar on my dining room wall. My life would then be complete.

Anybody done that before?

#musicvideos #messerchups

Why does life have to be such a big struggle? I feel like I’ve struggled my whole life. Normal people don’t struggle this much. What the fuck is going on?

Some days it feels like I can barely keep my shoes tied and then I have to deal with something else. I haven’t even gotten around to doing my taxes this year. Because I don’t care about taxes and life can often feel like one big responsibility. And I hate responsibility. I don’t feel like I’m good at it.

“How am I supposed to do this?” I ask the cosmos that a lot.

How we do it I guess is how we do everything else. We do the next right thing. And sometimes it doesn’t even have to be the next right thing, just the next thing. What’s in front of us. I get dressed. I go to the dentist if I have an appointment. Much of what I do is the next wrong thing. But I just keep doing.

Sometimes what I do is be sad. Because life can hurt. Sometimes I shut down internally and do the bare minimum in life. Because that’s all I can do.

Life’s a whole lot about experiencing it. And sometimes those experiences last for an hour and sometimes they last for a year. Sometimes those experiences change everything. Inside and out. Sometimes those experiences are shitty, too. There’s nothing we can do but experience them. Get through it as best we can. Sometimes my “getting through it” is graceful and sometimes not. Sometimes I get a little bit ahead, sometimes I’m knocked on my ass for a month.

I lean on you guys because you’re my peeps. Sometimes I’ll even mow the yard and sooner or later I’ll get around to paying my taxes. I just do the next thing in front of me and that gets me through this moment. It’ll get me through the next moment, too. More often than not I look for the good in life. Look for the randomly awesome.

Here’s an inside tip: I post pictures with positive messages more for me than for you.

And I pray. Regularly. Ask for the path to become clear. Ask for direction. Ask for strength. That cosmic spirit is guiding us to the next place we’re supposed to be. As typical in life we don’t get to know “why” and the only thing we need to do is trust that it will be good. Better than what’s came before it. Because it will be.

And lastly… I never wanted to be normal per se, I just wanted life to be easier. But I suspect the people that I think are normal struggle, too.

And lastly 2… I’m not struggling now, just gabbing. 😉

#allisnotlost #lettherebehope

Steampunk Apocalypse Gas Mask Sculpture

You’ll love the Steampunk Apocalypse Gas Mask Sculpture at Wayfair

Features

• Made of resin
• Hand painted
• Black and gold

This guy might be my new best friend. I only wish it wasn’t a sculpture. I’d wear it to the drive-thru.

#steampunk #homeimprovement

Peeps, I never knew Messer Chups existed until Jimi posted a video earlier.

These guys are literally my new favorite band. Surf-monster-music has been near and dear to me ever since The Munsters and Messer Chups won’t leave you hanging.

But… they need some physical merchandise for sure. The first thing I do when I have a new fave whatever is look to see if I can buy a t-shirt. And since I have a record player now, I’m always looking for albums. But alas, only iTunes.

But, too… I think I might be in love with Zombierella.

#musicvideos #messerchups

I know you guys have been missing them.

#photos #spiders

#photos #cats

It fills my heart with joy when the light turns red and there’s no other cars around.

🙄 🔫 #trafficnews

Me at 7:15 am: Maggie, could you come down here?

Maggie half asleep: Okay…

Me: Come down quick! There’s a chipmunk in the house and I can’t ward off the H-K’s.

Maggie: H-K’s?

Me: Hunter-Killers. Patrol machines built in automated factories.

Me: The Terminators are infiltration units: part cat, part machine. Underneath, they’re a hyperalloy combat-chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Fully armored, very tough. But outside, they’re living feline tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs…

Me: Those Terminators are down here. They can’t be bargained with. They can’t be reasoned with. They don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely will not stop… ever, until that chipmunk is dead!

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Okay, that’s not really how the conversation went down but seriously…when there’s a chipmunk in the house, the cats go ballistic. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.

#terminator #cats #chipmunks

For Your Eyes Only was the first Bond movie I ever watched. And I watched it over and over again.

Because that’s what you do when you’re 10.

#rip #rogermoore