It's cold and I'm feeling nostalgic

People used to ask me questions about my tattoos and their meanings, and now my response is emphatically announcing "it's a punk rock possum"

My parents have given up understanding. About time if you ask me.

My cat died earlier this year so I did what any middle-aged man would do, I bought a van

this the last picture I had of her on my camera. I think you can see the will to live leaving her at this exact moment. Also a reminder to sign up for my Christmas cards. 

i have half assed my art this year. Nothing to note from the photography game. I had some opportunities for paid gigs, but they weren't gigs I wanted to go too. So here's a picture of me awkwardly posing trying to adjust my light. 

I did help build this, though. At one point I was pulling out staples that were required to be in there. So as far as helping vs not helping I think I broke even. Not to jump to the end of the story but the skunk here died in a terrible and incredible fire

RIP Stinky Sparkbutt

There was also the time I helped with other stuff. But this was the most impressive. I've been having fun creating something out of nothing only to destroy it. I feel like it's scratching an itch I've been ignoring for years. Of course I'm not trusted with anything important but I am skilled with a torch. 

i also got a tilt shift lens which is cool but we'll see how annoying I get with it. 

Saw Brand New at the reunion tour. Also saw LCD Soundsystem and Modest Mouse. All in all it's been a great year for live music. That's not counting the countless local shows I've seen, bringing my camera to practice taking pictures no one will look at again

Also this guy

and this

This conversation isn't really going anywhere. But I'm probably talking to myself. I still think I'm talking to you. God only knows why