people come back to town for a holiday

Somebody this weekend asked me this weekend, in a pointed, trying-to-give-advice kind of way, why I hang out with the people I do... as if there are better people somewhere. The truth is it's damn hard to find people I can talk to, I need all the friends I can get. Real people, people who don't fuck with trivialities. They sure as hell have their faults, but so do I.

Speaking of friends, of real people... a bunch of people came back into town last week for the holiday, all of whom I was glad to see. This is mostly about them, and the next few posts, too... it's been a good break. Now back to the grind.

Rayguns and Devin.



Caitlin, in from Austin fo a day, then gone the next.

I flew a kite that day, and it was fun even though the wind was weak sauce. Photo from Caitlin's cell phone.

Waking up Reaghan, who was napping after drinking all afternoon.





Neil, after I was drunk and a lost cause. Also gone now.

a bunch of people I don't know in stillwater

well, I do know the guests of honor, the Chelseas. This was a fun party until the cops came and I had to walk two miles back to Chelsea's house... never earned a night on a couch more. Well, maybe I have... there was that time in Brazil... or that time... well, anyway, I seem to just stay exhausted these days. No rest for the wicked. Here:

a quick wednesday post

that is, photos from a wednesday night. these are from a couple weeks ago. still working through the backlog. all I have to say about what's happening right now: if you're not me, sorry 'bout 'cha luck.

the last bike against hunger pics until the next one...

Man, there've been a lot of these events. What is is about people on bikes and donating to charity? Anyway, these rae from the first weekend, when everybody just rode. The second weekend, I didn't really take any photos, I was was processing all of these for your ass. But more people showed then and money and cans were raised, so hopefully some people got fed.

not cursing in the title.

fuck it. I was going to write something but instead I cut it because let's face it, even I don't want to listen to my bullshit long enough to write it. The photos, though, I could stare at for hours... not that I do, you think I have time for that? no, I'm to busy doing your mothers. All of them, alphabetically. I'm all the way to 'c' now. Enough bullshit, time for the love:

Random ass night at the hell house.

More hell house, in the kitchen.

The real hell cat?

Yeah, alien spaceship shit, because I roll like that.

Or just the inside of the concert hall. There were people inside speechifying and I was kind of embarassed that they are the good guys.

yeah, yeah, I know...

I haven't been posting. I have a shit ton of photos, and they're all uploaded now, so my only excuse is that I'm usually pretty tired of the computer at the end of the day and don't have the energy to write a whole lot or stare at the screen for an extra hour or two to put something together.

Anyway, these rae from the beginning photo class I taught at OKCCoCo - I only had four people show up, so it was a little bit of a letdown, but at least I was able to answer some questions and maybe the people learned some things. I said a lot, I know that much.

Things I should be doing

1. Getting ready for the first Oklahoma Citizen meeting wednesday-yes, the newspaper has a name, tentatively. I need to make an agenda, decide what I'm going to say, maybe put together a powerpoint, etc. etc. It's a lot of prep work.

2. Laundry- I wore one clean sock today and one dirty sock. Enough said.



3. House Cleaning- literally. My room has once more transformed into a series of piles, and the bathroom hasn't been scrubbed in a couple weeks.



4. Physical therapy exercises- these take about ten minutes, and I'll probably do them right after I get done writing this.

5. Promote my book. Done.



6. Process some of the pictures from the last few weeks. (The ones you're seeing here are from just after halloween. I have a bunch still in the camera from after that even).

And that's it. My todo list for right now. What I should be doing. Instead, I'm waiting on a phone call to go out and celebrate somebody's birthday. No names, I am a gentleman after all.

The Morning after...

So these are the last of them, except a coupla skate sequences... This was fun. And now, I've got a regular job, I'm going to be boring, but the good news is it's at least interesting work... learning a new programming language, plus a library or two, plus a new super complicated framework... all marketable skills, things I can use to get a job telecommuting from anywhere.

"hey guys, let's go get food and make a big brunch."

Made their money back, at least.

Feast in preparation. Man that shit was epic and delicious.

What's that they're passing around? Oh yeah, hair of the dog.

Sacrifices to the party gods.



Timmy said "Man, if I hadn't done these tricks a million times, I wouldn't be able to do them right now."

For some people, the party never stops.

the second half of the party pictures

Don't be mad if I cut a picture you liked; they're still in the flickr set, but I wanted to trim this some. Onward!

This photo isn't here for the fact that I found waldo. It's here because the girl on the right recognized me. From this blog. Hi, if you're reading this. I didn't catch your name.



I'm a fan of this.

I don't know if it's a abberation of the lens or what, but does that guy in blue look flat to you? Weird.

Of course, Tanner got back in town and had to start things off right: by pummelling some dude at a party.

Because this scene never happened in the cartoon.


















Rachel and Timmy had the best costumes of the night; they came dressed as each other. Everyone kept doing double takes all night at both of them.

















I like these two photos together, eve though they're both a little blurry, because the look on her face (2nd pic) is the look I've seen 1000 times, along with the phrase "Did you just take a picture?"



Bearded lady?







The thing about this is, when they came in, I looked over at Rachel (the one in the green shirt, for clarity) and said to myself, "Is that Timmy?"



This could be a cuervo ad, if the label were facing the right way.

Because the party never stops.

so I lied...

I was going to just be lazy and post the photos to flickr and be done, but some of these need captions and comments and snarkiness. Also, I think more people will see them this way. These are split into three posts, so as not to hurt your page load time and my bandwidth.

Oh yeah, a technical note- these pictures wouldn't have been possible without clever deployment of the on camera flash and a little reflector to bounce it off of the ceiling/walls. If you want to learn stuff like that, why not come to the class I'm teaching at the coco next week? /blatant plug.

Getting ready to race. Tanner hadn't ridden a bike in two months and took fourth.

At my checkpoint, I made them do pushups. "I hate you," Cody said, as he jumped back on his bike. He went on to win the race.

Brian said his costume was rock and roll jesus, something like that, but looking at it now, I can't help but think of him as Spider jerusalem on his jesus binge. All the comic book nerds know what I'm talking about.

Unfortunately, both dominatrixpizza.com and hotgirlseatingpizza.com are taken.

This is what happens when you run smack into a car that doesn't give you your right of way.

The look on her face is really worse than the bruise and small hematoma he had.

No comment.

Hey Look! It's JEM! I still have that theme song in my head.

We even had someone dressed as a streaker/flasher.



The second best couples' costume goes to Chris and his lovely girlfriend Talia (sorry if I just butchered the spelling of you name, but it's late).

This guy gets the award for "Costume I saw last year on a girl." It was weirder/scarier on the girl by far.


Dance floor photos:









Neil, you look taller now. What gives?



Really glad Slash came by to DJ. Wouldn't have been as rad without him at the laptops.













Cyrus came as... himself? not sure. but he brought whiskey, which everyone knows is a substitute for a costume.



I wish she were just a little sharper. A little stillness in all that movement. My flash didn't fire.

Cyrus is explaining to her that a star trek t-shirt doesn't actually constitute a costume.



Kelly, don't worry. The flash will make it all right.


That's it for now. tune in next time for more fun, excitement, and references you'll have to google to get.

Helloween race +party +the day after

So, there's a lot of photos from last saturday, and rather than split it up into three or four posts, I'm just going to post this handy flickr gallery and call it a day. It was really epic. Like wow.