(Cause man, crazy people smell funny ya know?).

There are but three movies I'd wish to see in the near future. They are as listed.



Reasons why?
Reason one: The kid from Almost Famous (Patrick Fugit) plays the lead once again.
Reason two: I sounds slightly twisted, though a comedy.
Reason three: Tom Waits Co-stars, and really, thats reason enough.

Next:



Reasons Why?
Reason one: It invloves the Spanish Armada, which certainly attracts my attention.
Reason two: The cast, I admire the top three greatly, and perhaps others also.
Reason three: Red hair, is hot.

Next:



Reasons why?
Reason one: Oh hell, I'm sure one could guess.

So, who is with me? No one? Don't make me watch these films alone now kiddies.

Oh, by the way, we stumbled across a cafe today in old town Tacoma today called art & soul. It appeared to be a little shop which had not only espresso, but gelato, pastries, painting and pottery stations for crafting right there in the shop. They also had one sign for pottery lessons. Such a good idea to be sure. Tomorrow I'll be headed there, looking to inquire about a job and to inquire about the art and coffee. The spot looks amazing.....

Of the past two days.

Yesterday I was properly introduced to greater Edmonds. It was quaint, quiet, and had some rather charming qualities. The initial coffee was lovely and a fantastic way to start out the venture. Lucy had a hazelnut latte, Bridget ate a little breakfast burrito, Finn had nothing, and I had an Irish cream latte. It was then, after being pestered by pesky old fellows we went for a wee jont around the town. We passed a dead garden, a hole in the pavement, and little shops of various nature most of which were paid little notice. We did stop into a stone/shell/trinket/meteorite shop which was certainly interesting (though nothing was purchased). Moving forward, we came to the magical ferry which travels through a portal strait to Kingston, Jamaica. A bit of perusing the shore there found the use of my camera for the first time. And wandering the stony point and beach, we laughed at funny people passing by, posed for shots, threw rocks, and flipped some birds (Ehhemm....). And after some debate, we weren't to take a magical ferry ride, pity. wandering back to our vehicles, we chatted and laughed, poking our curiosity into the windows of a few shops till this Edmonds was left in our wake. Some Highlights there:




After a run back to the Spiro's we walked to a nearby beach, watched the sunset, made our way back, and we then ate. Dinner was great (Thanks very much Mrs. Spiro). It was then a relaxing time of chatting it up for the remainder. Such a grand day.

Today now, was a day of prep and party. My sisters 24th was celebrated with her surprise and a few friends, food, drinks (white Russians, I thank you), games, and gifts. It was all together a pleasant gathering though I did in time find myself caught up in a game of Zelda on the super Nintendo (not my idea....surprisingly). And a bit light of head, ahaha.

In other news, I may have an interview with the Tully's coffee store near my home, which I've no idea whether I should be excited about or depressed about. But regardless, I'm going to see how it fairs, though my search shall continue no matter the result. But, the question still remains, Capernwray?

I want to be a pirate.

(Bang).

I've noothing really to post, I'm doing this out of boredom and unwillingness to move. Today I shoveled rock infested dirt aaround a house foundation of a family friend that I occasionally assist, because he is old and has money. I missed a memorable shot of a foggy sunrise on the trip towards to the site which sparked in my wee mind that this day would be off in a way I wouldn't know. And so it was, I inevitably became a dirty, sweaty, ponytailed, dirtman (which made getting lunch a bit of fun I must admit). Alas, the day exhausted me, so here I am. Glory! I neeeeeeeed a job my friend. I did get a japanese text art/bible for my favorite game today in the mail, which is exciting, though I can only read a handlefull of words in the entire book. But, it is only in Japanese, no english version, so I care very little. It shall entertain occasionally, at best. I also received my credit card bill..... why did I have to buy that bloody gameboy? I have little income, yet I spend, what a fool I am. Heh.

I'm out of things to say for now, not that any of the above was worth saying but alas it is writin, so it shall be shown. And since I'm (less than) speechless, allow me to show you a few things, various things, things of grandeur and pointlessness "Things" is an amazing word.


Compliments of Poverty Bay Coffee.


Joe Lloyd the benevolent.

Possibly the most outstanding look the runway has ever seen for men.
My utmost favorite musician, Devendra Banhart. For sure.

I just love this photo too much, simply look at Chris's swagger. Thanks to Lucy and Josh for pirate night.

Edward Gorey's finest.

The Aurora Borealis.

Sigh.......

And in ending, here are some lyrics by Mr. Tom waits.......

The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before

(Chorus)
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart

It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
you're innocent when you dream

Ta.

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I'll shall take this opportunity to say I shall never proof read anything I may write in here. Just spell check. Thank you for listening.

(Because really now, he IS mad ater all).

I really have nothing to write about, but, I don't want to play with my prissy little dog. I have not a thing on my plate as we speak, yet, I remain with a heaping mound of something directly in front of my plate. The mound of course holds no form yet but it is to become the frame, the molding, the pieces of everything I do from this day forward. So what pray tell makes this mound start spitting out even an inkling of potential? Or is it just me? Does this all lean on my diving into the muck and sift all in my path to find that precious morsel? Probably. Spose I'm, too lazy, too ambitiousless to take that fateful step. Or is there a fateful step at all? Nothing is linear, at least in life, unless we try our darnest to make it so. Then do I feel like nothings changed for so long? Save for new friends and old friends left behind in their pile of garbage they drag around everywhere they go. I'm sure my questioning is for naught, for sure, I know the answer. Just go, just do what calls, or go to what doesn't. though it's strange, if we have free will, while God's will is overseeing the progress (or lack of) of our lives, doesn't he know what our next move is? The why ca't there be a go here sign? Haha, silly, I know, but I can't take a suggestion from my parent or friend as a sign that that is my intended path. I'm sure though that I just have to bloody well be ready for lots of failures going every which way I go, Because I am absolutely bound to do so. But then where do I go? I've but moderate passions that are as fleeting as my love for a given song. Once it's played out, it's hard to even bear. Even now, the fashion community disgusts me, I hate myself everytime I buy a brand name, especially for a substantial amount. I own a few items from Dior, and wish so much I never did, yet I won't sell them, because their my burden to bear now, and I don't like sharing my burdens. But the point is I may in a year have no interest in clothing at all, Or I may be a burning fanatic, and thats a large risk for anyone, I think. What would you do? What would be wise in this? I can't do everything I long to do for a living, time would not permit, Life would not permit. GAhhh. I just need a lucky break and then pour on some gasoline and wood. Oh the frustration, i's quite pathetic. And running away won't solve much I'm sure, unless I run down some path of blazing of my future. Or die, ha, that be uneventful. Somebody hold me to something! heh, whoever has read this far, I love you, your clearly mad, but in a most pleasant way. Besides you could never be as mad as I, though you may try. I spose I'll play with my dog now, after running in circles it seems appropriate to play with a dog. Ciao.

(for in them are pictures of bunnies, on balls).

More from before. (I spy a glitch in this system).

One would find it appropriate to display these photos while the blustery weather was still present for some further effect. So, here they are, I liked them, especially the sea shots, not sure why, spose they seem mysterious in some way in which I cannot venture to guess. Well some of them. They appear very distant. Oh hell, you decide, I don't know. Bloody analysing.

So my sister, Greg, and myself went out to Renton to view the film 3:10 to Yuma. I was excellent, the best western I've seen I should like to think. The visuals were fantastic, the clothing was utterly appropriate, memorable, and inspiring. It even held some wit in it's dialogue. If you've not yet seem it, you should. It had so many great elements. So there.


There is absolutely no structure to this picture set up, and it was all meant to do something completely different. Ah well, You must embrace and kiss disorder on the cheek on occasion, disorder needs love to you know.



















I do love the strange positioning for writings to end up with this set up though, certainly adds to the bizzare arrangement. I only hope it looks just this way when posted. Good Lord! I'm going to p[ost this fit of rambles. Heaven help anyone who reads this. It is clear I have far to much time on my hands. I need a job. Well, now this thing just booted off about 5 or so [pictures, so I'm done. Tom waits is calling me home, and NO ONE should keep Tom waiting. Well someone shoud, but not me, oh no, not me.




I hope tomorrow excedes my expectations.

Call it Fate.

While lurking the blogs of those who will go unnamed, I, without thinking, commented on one such a post which also shall not be named and low and behold I was indeed already a member. Gasp. Read that gasp sarcastically, thank you. So I decided, at 2:00 am, that I may as well get this rubbish underway. I am awfully trending you know and everyone's doing it so I knew well I must jump on board. Pathetic. I won't lie, you've influenced me, and again I won't lie, I enjoy the idea of friends reading my babbling, for their and my own entertainment (or annoyance, disgust, what-have-you). Though bear in mind, I am often lazy, and am a poor typer so this may be a rare thing to see (a post of course). Also, expect a great deal of empty thoughts, ha!

I will say swiftly that I find some people's blogs (or certain posts) very impressive, moving, deep, humorous, and more so. Keep it up, your an inspiration to the meek and weary, like me.

That is all, you are dismissed.