booze cruise: the return?

well, at lest we went to the rooster and had a pitcher and it was friday. the rest needs work still, including my bike, which I need to get done before tonight, which is going to be madness itself. And then there was a house party, oh yeah.



See how much fun the guys are having? See that pained look on the girl's face? That pretty much sums it up.

halloween warmup

Remember everone, this isn't actually halloween yet, just a preamble.

mimosa break

before all the madness that is about to rain down on us, let's pause and just relax and have a mimosa:

Open Beta After Party

I'm not going to bore you, my more general audience, with event photos of Open Beta. The fun stuff, as always, was at the afterparty. Some people might notice curious black spots in a couple of the photos; this is where that someone has been removed from the background. This person has especially delicate privacy issues (read: other journalists might be interested in harming him and his, and that's not what these photos are for), and I have to respect that. Odd social circles I find myself travelling in these days. Anyway, the photos:

The state of the economy: flea markets

now, you'd think that with everything going to hell in a handbasket, you expect to see flea markets like this:



but then we went to another, and it was better:




Win some, lose some. This has been a moment of zen between moments of madness, brought to you by Matt's moments of Zen.

KRONDOR

The Scene of the Preparations:

duct tape man:

Praise KRONDOR!

LOVE IN THE TIME OF KRONDOR













Plague Doctor and sailor?







Scaring small children

This is what winning looks like. FOR KRONDOR!

And then there was the after party at Bell's house:

Me, courtesy amber, who seems to take good pics of me every time I hand her the camera. That's talent.



Snack run.


Returning the favor to Amber:

And one-upping:



Taking a picture for her myspace?





I have no idea why there was a hooter's girl on the steps, but I do remember that this was a work uniform, not a costume.

A brief post about bicycles

just to frustrate the people waiting for KRONDOR pictures. Don't worry, I'm onto that next, I'm even skipping the openbeta stuff to get to it. But anyway:

The Science Museum (their real name, no kidding) here in the city has a little exhibit on antique bicycles, or the development of the bike, or something like that. Really cool, I want two of everything they have on display. including that steam powered bike. that's pretty rad.

Lori looks at an original boneshaker. She was there on assignment from to see some exhibit in the photo hall of fame, and got me in for free.

Harley moped with suicide shifter! OMG.

Steampunk bike. Or is is still steampunk when it's actually a steam engine?

I would ride the hell outta this wooden fixie piece of awesome.

it's been days since....

I last posted, and these photos aren't what everybody is waiting on, but hey, all the selects are made, now all I have to do is go through and color balance and adjust some exposure, and everything will be wonderful. Meantime, here are these, which have been sitting on my hard drive for a week, waiting for me to have a working display again. There's a long saga involved, but I really don't feel like going into my broken laptop problems.

The night that kamps failed...

to provide free pbr. We recovered and drowned our sorrows at red rooster and then of course blue note...

Halloween store

As Lori said, "Kill it with fire!":



Or better yet, lop off the top of it's head and make it in to a grotesque beer bong. Don priest robe and/or long underwear and demonstrate:

another day, another batch!

This is another in a series I'm working on called "Boring but interesting enough to be AdultSwim bumps."

Drunken Fry goodness:











And after that there was a shit ton of stupid drama and fighting and I left early, 'cause fuck all that shit. Anyway, rap at ya later.

still catching up...

This is all from last wednesday... so I'm only a week behind now... really the problem is me. I have everything I've shot up to yesterday edited and ready to post, but I'm lazy or reluctant to post everything all at once or something.

Soccer field very early/very late the night before.

Kamp's, which is technically not a club, since they're sketchy like that. But they did have free pbr until 11 that night, which led to a lot of the further madness.

OKC's newest sport, synchronized drinking.



I don't really know who this is, i mean I remember taking the picture and introducing myself, but anyway I'm kinda in love with this, ok?

Hat fight.

wow I'm way behind....

blame it on the busted macbook (parts are on their way from hong kong, and we all know how long it takes a slow boat from china to get here...) or blame it on being bummed about not getting the magazine job I thought I was a shoe-in for, or, well, general laziness, but anyway, here are some pics from sunday before last, more shooting for the naked sun, which is still in progress and might actually be the saving of us all, if by us all I mean media/art people that would like to make money and keep on doing our thing at the same time.

last of the saturday photos, and a weird thing that just happened

This dude's name was Izzy. I think.

So, I was just riding my bike around, the middle of the night being the best time for it, and I happened to turn down in to a neighborhood. I thought maybe there would be a way through to the next block, and sometimes there are even people out on their porches, partying, and that's always good for a drink or two.

This chick put on an awesome impromptu set. I'd listen to her again, even buy a cd, if I knew who she was of if she had recordings. Anybody know? edit to add: several people have told me that this is Ali harter. Thanks.


I couldn't have been more wrong. I mean, the neighborhood was all dead end cul de sacs and turned in on itself- the way I came in was the only way in or out. It was quiet, too. Like zombie movie quiet, all the houses dark, not even a television flickering that I saw.

Ed and Victoria.

I kept cruising, slowly, looking for some sign of life. I was about to give up and leave the neighborhood, and three big dogs jumped out of their doghouse, running and barking. Then, I saw the fence between me and them, and pressed down the little panic reflex. Not wanting to push my luck, I got the hell out of that weird neighborhood.

Katie, no metal face.

And then I found five dollars. (Not really, but Alex told me to say that when I tell a story that has no real point, so people don't feel cheated for reading it).

I think he name is Meg? (edit: jennifer. not even close there, bub. ther real question: where do I know a meg zinkly?). Cool chick, does good designs.

Plaza district fest part 2

I'm not sure what the theme or the unifying whatever was for this street fest, but I think it might have been "Mess with the drunks," viz:



And then the dragon chased Victoria and Beach.





Tim, we need to talk. You have a problem with face paint. Admitting it is the first step.

Maeghan, we need to talk. You have a problem. It might have something to do with the fact that you told me to do these captions.

Velvet Monkey insides.

Stiltman.


John's band:

Plaza district fest part 1

I'm splitting these into multiple parts, because I think they'll work better that way, and because I say so. Nyah.

hangin' out on the roof deck at Victoria's.



LOW-ANGLE SHOTS ARE COOLER AT 18MM.

Creepiest Halloween decoration I';ve seen so far this year. But subtle.


Now to the photos of the fest itself. First, the ubiquitous dad with a kid on his shoulder:



Homies. B'lieve me, they're tight like that.



Not sure what's going on here, but it involves intoxication on everyone's part.

Katie shows her metal face.



MOAR METAL FACE.

Throw Your Voice

All of these need captions, but instead of me writing them, you should pull out a sharpie and write them in in the whitespace between the pictures. No, not really. Seriously though, the conference was really fun, I learned a lot about podcasting and a little about blogging. Breakfast from prairie thunder, coffee from cafe evoke and lunch from iguana, all wonderful. It was nice to meet everyone, and hopefully you all like the photos.

Some opolis show or something

Friday was fun as shit. Definitely the best night out I've had in a while that didn't involve getting far too drunk. Actually, there was drinking, of course. But the funness was from the dancing and the company, Amber and Kat and some of their friends, oh yeah, and I saw Grizzly Bear's tour bus. At least, that's what someone said it was. No idea who these bands were, forgot their names already, go to the opolis web site and look i9f you care, but they honestly weren't that great, or I would have written the names down or shot the poster or something. But the night as a whole was a blast.

Ghost Bike:







This guy sucked. Took forever to start and then played bad music.


Amber looks all evil. But I'll give her the benefit of the doubt because she's the whole reason I was down there.

These guys strike me as the kind of music that's enjoyable right now, but we'll be embarrassed about in a couple years.



Dancing at La Luna.

Showed chelsea this, and said, what do you think of it, and she said, it's a good picture but her boobs look hexagonal. So, sorry Amber. Next time I'll try to make you not look evil and hexagonal.