gar's thawt hole

it's like we don't even know you anymore...

lolly doesn't spend much time at home anymore.  at first i thought she had a secret boyfriend (surely not L. F. Mangalore*?!).  after two back-to-back 24-hour escapades outside i was sure she was gone forever.

this morning, she gave us some insight into her behaviour: a mouse, and its head, severed, on our welcome mat.

now i know that she has no boyfriend, unless you consider her ravenous desire for the taste of blood a potential beau.  she has a monkey on her back and its name is MURDER.

how many decomposing mouse corpses can we hide in our backyard before the authorities are alerted?  lolly, think about what you're doing to the family. is this the kind of example you want to set for bubbeh and grr?  they already fight like crazy, they don't need this.  We don't need this.

in conclusion, you are a fucking bitch.

-gar

*

nah im programmin

i've always been interested in programming, although it seemed so confusing and complex i didn't know where to begin.

thank god for reddit in general and the carlhprogramming subreddit in particular.

i've learned 1 metric shit-ton in just 2 days and there's so much more.

-gar

more on mirth-makers

the comics that i love seem to be unfairly tossed in with the dregs of their craft and as a result some pretty stupid shit has to be dealt with. 

this thought process seemed to be going so well last night in my ativan®-addled mind...

what i think i'm trying to say is, when i tell someone about stella and they're like, "oh have you heard of __________ * ?"  i want to be all... ಠ_ಠ "No."  but there's no way of getting out of that situation without tears being shed/swallowed.

most people listen to comedy to forget about how shitty their meaningless lives are.

but the comics that i and others similarly afflicted listen to, already know how fucking miserable we all are, and make a point of somehow exposing it in a cathartic enough way that makes me explode with laughter, mutual understanding and most importantly, headaches.

do you FUCKING UNDERsTAND?!  god damn it, nevermind.  i don't even know why we bother anymore.

-gar

*an answer that indicates that they don't "get it"

elaboration, partial

so... i'm reading David Cross' book.  i like it, in that it makes me laugh, or LOL as you might say, but it also wears away at my soul. 

you see, i've been a cynic for quite sometime, but some of this stuff is particularly soul-crushing.

i can happily live in denial, for i rarely venture outside my home or office.  mr. cross, on the other hand, tours the country far and wide and is exposed to the brutal, mindless truth of the american people.  god* help us.

-gar

*nobody

late night thoughts, unabridged.

religion is a choice, moreso than sexual orientation at any rate.  evidenced by the amount of people who successfully change religions vs. those who successfully change orientations.  in summation, suck it theists!

in the future, we will pay to be in comas.  think on that!

it hurts those with real senses of humor when stupid people laugh at dumb crap.

-gar

fuck the internet

http://nanok.com/mpc/

and the japanese for that matter.  figure that site out and then watch a photo of a person come to life. 

i can't seem to post the videos i made of this successfully (i filmed the animation with my iphone), so if you see me around (unlikely), i'll show them to you.

-gar

p.s. finally facebooked that shit.  thanks, power of advertising dollars.

p.p.s. nevermind, that failed too.  thanks, nobody.

p.p.p.s. hey, it worked after all!  YAY!

mccall, etc.

Payette Lake, from the cabin.

the cabin (as we were leaving).

 

the best picture ever.  i didn't take the paddleboat out this year; its steering mechanism has deteriorated.

 

mccall hat '09.  i am clearly showing my age here.

 

the beer selection in idaho was awesome.  look it's Sig!

 

we rode hee-hees!  mine had a huge boner!  post the pic, shblog.

 

it began to rain wednesday night and did not stop for the rest of the time.  this gave me a chance to watch avatar, play wow and get horribly sick.

 

this rainbow was waiting for us when we were almost home.  thanks, yahweh!

-gar

p.s. the soundtrack for the trip was Julian Plenti is... Skyscraper! The new solo record from Interpol's Paul Banks.  i highly recommend purchasing this.

p.p.s. being sick is so awesome.  i get to cough a lot and feel like shit.

p.p.p.s. 'twas my birfday on satreeday. it coincided with the CG/CH party at the pleasure palace.  this time i got in the pool and boy was it worth it.  there was an inflatable orca.  there were bewbs both naked and scantily clad.  there was hot girl on girl action.  then there was some slightly less hot boy near boy sleeping when nar and i passed out in my bed whilst remnants of the party raged its way through my house (claiming not 1 but 2 lamps).

p.p.p.p.s. also, some savage destroyed 2 bird things in our front yard.  hopefully the wasp nest in the bird house wrought its unholy vengeance upon the perpetrator.

'spose that's it for now.  keep it real.

book, year

there... aren't... words....

-gar

learning to draw...

brook introduced me to the cartoon Avatar: The Last Airbender and i love it.  i've also been trying to create drawings with the iPhone app Brushes.  it is hard.

sketch part 1.  quick rough outline.  done without reference.

sketch part 2.  last point without reference.

sketch part 3.  finally looked at a picture.  fixed the eyes, added shading.  i've tried unsuccessfully several times to add a body to this headless being.  drawing is hard.

-avagar

p.s. these all look slightly better on my iPhone.  not sure what the deal is with exporting.

did the ol' screenshot.

still sucks.

p.p.s. and if you still can't get enough, video here.

yard, back

Pano shot of the whole damn thing (bubbeh's by the sprinkler, pond not pictured).

Driveway plant with UFO-like bug.

Lolly's chill-zone #1 with view of pond/drinking fountain.

Bubbeh perched above Lolly's chill-zone #2, also known as nap-zone.

Koi pushing around our new Water Hyacinth, showing it who's boss.  pro-tip for plants new to the pond: the koi is the boss.

-gar

p.s. god bless my iPhone, god bless it everyone.

p.p.s. despite brook's disapproval, i just ate the Baconator® (not recommended*).

p.p.p.s. who watches the watchers?  i do.  i saw the Watchmen last night.  i liked it, fuck you.  opening titles w/ bob dylan were primo.  sex scene w/ leonard cohen was lusty.  Rorschach was badass.  i wish i had that actor's face.

*doing things against brook's wishes, eating things called the Baconator®.