Bring on the Black Cats.

Superstitions are cute.

I'll succumb to them once in a while - like tossing spilled salt over my shoulder or knocking on wood - and naturally, that shit never works. So I'm going out on a limb here saying that we got this all backwards. Every day this week I'm going to give myself 'bad luck' in a new way, and hopefully make some people twitch uncomfortably because it'll be so unbearable to watch me bestow bad luck upon myself.

#1 : A very common one amongst smokers, the white lighter. Supposed to be tossed out immediately, and I've seen people not take advantage of free ones because they're supposed to be bad luck. I found this baby on my street last night and she's half full. Will carry her around with me all week.

Bring on your cracked mirrors and shit, y'all.

Folk Punk Marathon > Boston Marathon

While Boston's population temporarily tripled,

super athletic, in-shape individuals were counting calories,

staying hydrated and perfecting their jogging (pronounced YOG-ING),

I was cheerily belting Mischief Brew and doing my first round of epic spring cleaning.

And while having my soapy-handed, jump-around-Youtube ADD, I came across this video that filled me with great joy:

PAT THE BUNNY and ERIK PETERSEN.

Playing. Together.

And New Mexico Song, of all songs.

Holy shit, goosebumps.

It did the job of lifting my spirits on tax day,

(also Patriot's Day, a schoolless holiday that I don't recall ever getting off from in CT.. damn you, CT) and the mix of the two conjured some anarchist feelings that I haven't given any thought to in some time. Toss in some perfect weather and life felt pretty all right.

It's been a little difficult with all the death lately, amongst the daily, tiring tasks like worrying about when the next check is coming, if rent can be paid, where my roommates and I are headed once the lease runs out, and straight up feeding myself day to day. It seems harder and harder to enjoy things I used to frequently.

To get a little cornier for the moment,

I was glad to rediscover that some music really can affect you very positively,

and paired with the right things can brighten you up in less-than-ideal situations.

I even managed to sketch up some lyrics from Mischief Brew's Labor Day Massacre that really stuck in my head.

Take what you can get, break all but your bones.

Chalkboard paint makes every piece of furniture that much cooler.

And yes, as far as Marathon Monday goes,

I didn't exercise or eat anything that was not a caffeinated or a gigantic burrito,

but that's all right.

I got paid to feed them all at City Hall yesterday..

We All Love Poo Jokes Every Now & Then.

Or, all the time.

Welcome to my kitchen.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

I'm glad to know my love of fake blood is genetic.

Wish I could be home today.

Testing.

I guess I'm gonna try out Tumblr out.

Not solely, but on the side.

Mostly for single photogs and other art 'n' design projects 'n' whatnot.

The link for this puppy is thesehours.tumblr.com.

If you have one of these too you should follow me!

And I'll follow your ass right back.

So there.

Thunderblizzard, 2kX.

I've come back to CT for Christmas, and the weather does not dissapoint.

It's a white out, all right.

A white out that's causing blackouts.

(Back in my hood in Boston, at least.)

It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while.

Today I ventured out into it with two dear friends of mine, and we were the only ones outside,

aside from the plow drivers who were few and far between.

It felt almost post-apocalyptic.

Houses looked abandoned, cars were buried,

snowball fights ensued,

and we used the 3 passerby we came across as zombie practice-

only the dodging, mind you.

No decapitation.

For now.

We took a long hike through the woods, which was the most gorgeous part of the whole trip.

It's nearly impossible to describe it accurately.

I brought my camera with me, so hopefully I got a few good shots.

It got pretty wet, but I took care of it quickly so it should be all right.

That camera is pretty damn resilient.

We also made a trip to a nearby elementary schools playground,

tore that shit up to the max.

Falling on your ass in that much snow makes slide-dismounts and swing jump-offs so much better.

There's something very life-affirming about running around the streets and the woods in a blizzard when everyone else is bundled up inside.

A lady walking by told us we were "brave souls,"

but we weren't braving so much as just taking a walk.

The best part about all this snow is that IT'S STILL COMING DOWN,

WITH A VENGANCE.

Some people are reporting thunder, but I haven't heard anything yet.

Just more proof that nature rules.

So the weather advisory states:

"ACCUMULATIONS... 15 TO 20 INCHES... WITH LOCALLY HIGHER AMOUNTS UP TO 2 FEET POSSIBLE."

BRING IT.

Boston Common, June or July.

My favorite picture of Pat yet.

Scanned in from a negative because I gave the original copy to his dad.
Didn't bother cleaning up the dust or cropping out the extra.
So rugged, but gives it some PattyT charm.

Love you all (maybe).