Really, this describes my entire existence.

Really, this describes my entire existence.

posted 2 weeks ago

That’s one sassy pickle. Contents: one pickle.

That’s one sassy pickle. Contents: one pickle.

posted 1 month ago

I’m not sure what is real, anymore.

I’m not sure what is real, anymore.

posted 1 month ago

Full price at Barnes and Noble. You’d better appreciate this, Wong.

Full price at Barnes and Noble. You’d better appreciate this, Wong.

posted 1 month ago

Communist Pirates

  • Me: I could've used you again to make a picture of a communist pirate, but I'll let them figure that one out.
  • Justin: Ah.
  • Justin: JOSEF, ARM THE CANNON.
  • Me: YAR, CZAR.
  • Justin: WALK THE PLANK, COMRADE.
  • Me: I'LL SEND YE DOWN TO DAVY JONES' CONCRETE STORAGE BOX HE SHARES WITH THE REST OF HIS NEIGHBORHOOD.
  • Justin: WE SHALL HAVE OUR BOOTY -- EACH ACCORDING TO HIS ABILITY TO EACH ACCORDING TO HIS NEEDS.
  • Me: ALL HANDS ON DECK TO THE POSITIONS SELECTED FOR YE WHEN YE WAS IN GRADE SCHOOL.
  • Justin: I really didn't think we could top YAR, CZAR but I think we did.
  • Justin: Maybe YARXISM.
  • Me: I was trying to do something with proletariat, but it never happened.

posted 2 months ago

A Brief Moment in the Life of Thomas Reimann

I’m standing in line at 7-11, paying for my can of Pringles and bottle of water, when the guy in line behind me takes notice of the particular method of transaction I’ve chosen to employ.

“Oh, he’s taking out the credit card,” this man remarks, and slides a can of Colt 45 towards me. “Put that on there.”

I force a laugh and say, “No.”

“Oh come on,” he urges. “Do me a favor, you can put that on there.”

I place more emphasis on the “No”, adding that I have my own credit problems to worry about without adding his to the mix. Inexplicably, he then says to me, “You look like Christopher Reeve. You know that actor?”

“What?” I say, because he is mumbling and difficult to understand.

“That actor. Christopher Reeve. Did he get better?”

“What do you mean?”

“He was paralyzed,” he says. “Did he ever get better?”

“No, he’s dead,” I tell him.

“What?” This has rocked the axis of his world.

“Yea, he died,” I assure him. “He’s been dead for like six years.”

“I didn’t know that,” he says, his red eyes brimming with confusion.

“Yep,” I say, and I pick up my bagged snack food and walk out.

enjoy the silence,

thomas

posted 4 months ago

The Making of Mission Difficult 3: Final Assault. This is part one of four, all of which are now on YouTube. So, you know, go watch them.

posted 4 months ago

It’s like he opened the Ark of the Covenant.

posted 5 months ago

Michael Jackson Is Scary

  • Me: the more pictures i see of michael jackson, the more terrifying his face becomes
  • Justin: seriously
  • Justin: my mind wants to soften it up for me
  • Justin: but then im right back in
  • Me: he looks like he could unhinge his jaw and swallow my memories
  • Justin: it looks like an albino starfish with two 8-balls in a headlock
  • Me: he looks like predator's uncle
  • Justin: he looks like the cryptkeeper's senior portrait
  • Me: he looks like lon chaney's poltergeist
  • Justin: he looks like one of jabba the hutt's henchmen
  • Me: he looks like one of the dead bodies from the ring
  • Justin: i keep waiting for him to crawl out of a well
  • Me: or spiderwalk backwards down a staircase

posted 5 months ago

PICTURE, ESQ.
A friend of mine wanted to see my tattoos, so here they are. Note the Ghostbusters video game in the right corner. That sums up my life, pretty much.

PICTURE, ESQ.

A friend of mine wanted to see my tattoos, so here they are. Note the Ghostbusters video game in the right corner. That sums up my life, pretty much.

posted 5 months ago