Multi-Tasking

I engaged in some Facebook chatting today, and I was talking with a variety of people, including my last girlfriend.. don’t know how healthy that was for me, considering we ended up making plans to hang out in the near future. Love to have a Delorean near by to see how that ends up. I did talk to a couple other people I haven’t talked to in a while, and that was neat. But one thing I noticed, bugged me pretty hard, and I had to write a little something something about it.

There was a point in my Facebook chatting where I was only talking to 2 people. One was a girl who will remain nameless, just know it wasn’t my x, that was talking to me about sexually explicit subject matter, and it was a rather humorous conversation on top of that. The other conversation was with the sister of a friend of mine who is battling cancer right now. What bugged the crap out of me, and raised a variety of different thoughts, was how easily my brain could switch from sexual humor to sad seriousness. It was actually pretty friggin crazy to think about. Here I was fielding questions and comments about sex, and literally a second later, I was in a conversation where I was feeling bad and somber, then back to sex, and back and forth. How the hell is that good for the brain? No wonder metal illness is up! What the heck!

New Decision.

Well, I’ve decided that I’m no longer showering in the mornings..

I have been showering in the mornings for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I’ll shower in the evening, if I’m gearing up for a hot date where I might end up naked at the end of it, (insert Outkast – ‘So fresh and so clean! clean’ ) But I think I have officially decided to start showering in the early evening. The past 3 times that I have showered after work have been literally the best showers of the year so far, and I think I’ve pinpointed why, for starters, the shower isn’t freshly used by my housemate. Not that it was ever an issue with me, but my housemate showers in the morning, and there is a different atmosphere associated with a dry bathroom as opposed to a still slightly humid bathroom when you’re getting ready to shower. Also, I used to shower in the morning to wake my ass up, but I realized I could just sleep for the 10 or so minutes or take that time to boot up a single serve java. I think the main reason why the showers seem so much better are the same reasons why Richard Gere gets a hair cut when he is finished playing a role – because it helps him shed the character. Taking a shower after my shitty day at work helps me drop the bullshit, and let it go down the drain. I am also fully awake, and as a result, my senses are more in tune, and the shower therefore feels more invigorating.

Just a thought. I’m going to give it a shot for a few.. see what happens..

Transitional Months.

Give me winter or give me summer, I dont really care for the months in between. The Transitional months I like to call them, because they’re the months in between the extremes. Spring and Fall. Fall used to be my favorite month, mainly because my birthday and halloween fell in that month. I also liked fuckin’ around in piles of leaves, and the smell of burning campfires.. which for whatever reason is a smell I acquaint to fall.

Well, as I’ve grown older, I find that Fall and Spring especially are slowly but surely becoming less of my favorites. Reason being is primarily because I live in Buffalo, and during these months, the weather you will experience when you wake up is about as predictable as the outcome of rolling three twelve-sided dice. Blizzard one day, shorts the next – that’s Buffalo.. and it’s cold as shit when it’s cold, because the wind whips right off that lake and licks your taint with the zeal of a no-namer on Jenna Jameson. This cold and wind and occasional enjoyment of mild days during these months creates a strain on your respiratory and cardiovascular systems. It’s awful actually, and as a result, things like nasal chapping, unexplained headaches and regular aches and pains latch on to you, making your perception of the weather all that more negative.

I admire the Buffalonians that move out of Buffalo just for the sake of “getting away from this god-aweful weather.” Because seriously, that and maybe the overall miserable qualities of a good percentage of its residents is about the only reason I would ever think of moving out of here. But I suppose no matter where you move to, there is bound to be some other attribute that might cause you to go a little bonkers. Hurricanes. Floods. Straight up lava.. Crack cocaine. who knows.

So the reason why I talk about this today is that I randomly got a bloody nose today. There are many reasons as to why you can get a bloody nose. Ok, maybe not a lot of reasons; exterior damage, stress, booger picking gone wrong, and chapping.. please indulge if you have others, I personally gotta wrap this up cuz it’s like 207am. But I got one today because of internal chapping, it sucks the fat one. but I’ll tellya, it’s a lot better than having my house go up in flames like everyone else’s around mine.

Well, the wind is blowing greatly right now, causing my screen to vibrate in the window, which causes a rather unpleasant ruckus. I really should be in bed now.

check out whatcanidrawforyou.com! I drew my one buddy as a matador! enjoy and email me with a challenge for either me or my friend!

jw

Blek

I remember in college when my housemates and I would have parties on Thursday nights. “Thirsty Thursdays” we used to call them, stolen from the Cabana House’s graduating senior’s parties from the year before we started throwing them, in an effort to keep the tradition rolling. 9am class on Friday? no wonder I received a D- in that class! aweful! We were not a fraternity, nor were we in it for the business of making money. All the money we would make from the party, would go into the next party. We had a pretty kick ass time. Lotta magic happening, I could go on forever.

Well, from my Junior year to my Senior year, we stepped up our game. We came up with little gimmicks here and there, and usually had themes to every party.. but one thing I am pretty impressed by was what we did in one of our bathrooms. I would leave a sharpie and a pad of stick-it notes on the back of the shitter. People would then write little notes on them, and stick them on the walls. After the party, I would organize them on the wall. This went on for some time until we were almost out of space on our walls.

Instead of throwing them all away at the end of my time there, I took them all and stuffed them into a jar, and capped it. This was almost 5 years ago! Well, I found the jar recently.. I opened it up and started going through them, and it was like a massive trip down memory lane. Hilarious.

That’s all!

jw

hidden musical desire.

I think some people might know this, others might not..
But I am enthralled with the concept of starting a “Lords of Acid” style industrial electronica band.
If you’re not familiar with Lords of Acid, then you missed out on some magical music from the mid 90’s.

I have all sorts of equipment, and now with my kaoss pad infused mixer in place, my live aspect is very close to becoming complete. The next stage of the game is to sculpt a flash based phrase sampler/music sheets for serious songs that I want to perform live… using keys on the keyboard of my laptop like a sampler would be great for high quality longer soundbytes. 44.1k baby!

Anyways.. after I get that solidified.. I want to get a band together that will rage with the mid-late 90s industrial electronica that seemed to get dumped between the cracks with the rise and fall (at least mainstream fall) of marilyn manson. I will need a serious synthesizing keyboard madman.. a guitarist that is all about using stomp boxes, yet talented.. I’ll bring up the rhythm and alien sounds landscape section.. then…. THEN… I need a straight up Cherrie Blue.. (the original lords of acid chick) I need a fetish enthused… leather wearing… fishnet wearing… maybe bisexual… Hot.. HotHotHot… delicious… what’s her real hair color – who cares, I’m aroused… Sexual.. Sensual.. Sex appeal Exuding… Gorgeous female frontwoman that wants nothing more than to have 100s of men, women, and children drool over her as she sings her fucking ass off about sex… violence.. or both, in a delicious sexy voice causing hysteria and arousal and uncertainty at the same time. I want kids that are younger than they should be to accidentally get their hands on the music we would create and just have a breakdown, and not know where the future is going to lead them, yet find themselves amazingly aroused at the sounds they would hear. This girl would need to have rumors of her sexuality started and spread like wildfire, wether they’re true or not… and love it.

That’s my hidden musical desire. I want to be the man behind the scenes for this band… I think it would rock.
I think I’m going to start figuring it out.

If you’re a young woman that might fit the description above, and are an amazing singer.. get ahold of me

Driving long distances.

So, I’ve developed this issue.. I call it an issue.. because I don’t like it… I have issues with the it.. the issue. I’m not fond of it.

I have this problem that when I drive longer than a half hour, I start to get dizzy, and then slip into this state of mellowness that is perfect for slumber. Doesn’t matter if I slept for 11 hours.. first the dizziness, then the mellowness… then the eyelids start to get suuuuper heavy. Heavier than I like, and then I feel like if I was in a bed, I would go instantly into r.e.m.

This sensation is temporarily eliminated when the adrenaline from realizing you’re falling asleep at the wheel pumps up your spine, into the back of your head, and shoots right into the ass of whatever mechanism is controlling your eyelids, popping them wide open and sending a chain reaction down your spine, shifting your body into perfect posture. But it’s like the ornamental oriental bamboo water sculptures that has the tiers that fill up then suddenly collapse, spilling the water. The mechanism slowly drops the ball and subsequently drops your eyelids again.

This adrenaline is intensified by the fact that you have both your mother and father in the car with you.

I guess the moral of the story is.. I guess I can see why crystal meth would be a popular drug amongst truck drivers.

cheers!

jw

decent day!

1 month, 11 days sober.. I feel great. I don’t even crave alcohol anymore. I did however have a craving about a week and a half ago. (2 fridays ago).. I was watching TV, and a commercial came on for Jack Daniels. I’ve seen these commercials before, and they didn’t affect me really. But I’m not sure if it was because I was alone, or bored, or whatever – I saw the commercial, and at the end of the commercial, the booze was poured over the rocks in the glass, and “oooooohhhhhhh” I wanted it it my mouth worse than ever. Just the taste of room temperature whiskey and cold whiskey mixing together as its being pulled out of the glass by my sipping it, letting the complex flavors roll all over my palate, engulfing each and every taste bud with a shock that makes them all stand at attention. The swallow, the slight burn that reminds me that I’m alive and that life could be worse, followed by the exhale of whiskey fumes that penetrate my nasal cavities, further sending the signals of complex flavorings and aromas to my brain, leaving me with a rush of satisfaction that I have indeed taken a sip of one of man’s most astonishing accomplishments in the entire history of their existence on this planet, followed by a warming and relaxing comfort that starts at the cerebellum, and makes its way down my spine, releasing all tension.

I quickly shrugged this desire, and haven’t really had a craving since.. until right now of course, when I went into great detail about how fucking awesome the beverage is. UGH.. best not to think of it.

At anyrate, today was a pretty good day! I had a pretty tame day at work – the work was there, but it wasn’t that bad, performing it… Got outa there in just under 11 hours (9:30 -7) the boss was in a good mood, and productivity was up. It was nice. Then I got home, took a shower and relaxed until my newfound friend came over, whereupon we engaged in coitus, decent coitus, that started around 9:30 and ended around 11… I was kinda geeking out about it because I didn’t use a condom, and she wasn’t on any .. yknow what.. let’s not get into it.

After she left, shortly after 11, I went downstairs and practiced cutting records.. as I finally got a working DJ mixer added into my studio. Then I rocked some funky beats for a bit.. and it was fantabulous. Then I came back up stairs and worked on the drawing I’ve been working on for a while now for the “devine love” request on whatcanidrawforyou.com”. After working on that for the duration of a CD, I caught up on some internet bullshit and found that Belladonna, the most intense pornstar ever had responded to something I had sent to her on Twitter! She had mentioned that she was listening to Aphex Twin’s Druqs album in one of her tweets. I had responded saying that the fact that she likes Aphex Twin makes her even hotter, and that everyone should excuse me while I went and googled her ass. She wrote back in perfect selfpromoting form – “screw google, visit enterbelladonna.com!” I was going to write something about “the fact that you’re such an intense selfpromoter makes you even hotter, visit my site www.whatcanidrawforyou.com”… but I decided against it. .. and instead wrote this ridiculously long and haphazard blog instead.. ending what very well could be one of the best days of 2009 for me so far.
Alcohol free life really slows down, I tell ya. it’s kind of wierd. days seem to drag, weeks take forever.. it’s fucked up actually.

ah well,
I gotta go to bed.

cheers!
jw

KURT IS LIVE

Guys, I don’t know if you know this, but I manage another blog, and that’s for the website I run, whatcanidrawforyou.com. It’s a site that allows the public to request drawings free of charge (donations if feeling generous) of whatever they want! most of you know that already I’m sure. At anyrate, I’ve signed a new artist to help me with this feat! His name is Kurt, and his work is going to be kick ass.. just you wait and see – you’re going to love it. I am serious as a heart attack. I went to school with him, and his creativity levels are astronomical, and will blow your mind right out of your skull zone. Your life will be thrown into a tussle, like whether to jump out of a lake on fire or to stay under the water. OK. Go.. www.whatcanidrawforyou.com

METAMUCIL

gang. metamucil will screw you up if you try and play games. seriously… you haven’t known a BM until you rock a metamucil beverage. sure it says 1tsp on the back, but have you ever just eaten approx. 14 crisps out of the Pringles can? heck no. Guys… try three heaping cereal spoonfuls and give it a whirl. You will crsip the most life changing crisp that you’ve ever crisp’d. it’s intense. You’ll fucking be hooked. I swear to god. 80% of the no wipers that I’ve ever taken have been directly brought into fruition because of the metamucil slurries that I’ve consumed in the past. So.. why the Metamucil Slurries at age 28? well, simple. I don’t get any fiber with the diet that I am on (low carbohydrates).. I need fiber, so I rock the MetaSlurries. According to metamucil, I should be dropping 38 G’s of fiber into my gullet. I don’t. I don’t do it. I love you, but I don’t do it.
So I’ve been rocking the metamucil.

Unfortunately, I saw a bargain that I couldn’t dismiss, there was my slurry hookup for almost 3 dollars cheaper for a 22oz container. I had to take it. Unfortunately until I fuckin was halfway done with the container, I realized that I had not purchased the sugar free variety. So, on my diet, where I try to consume less than 15 carbohydrates a day, I was consuming about 27-36 a day… Horrible for my body on a low carbohydrate diet. (I hate saying “carb” by the way, I feel like an asshole when I say “carb” or “carbs”.. fucking carbohydrates… )

So, I have an understanding now of why I haven’t been losing as much weight as before. I could have been down about 10-15 pounds from where I am at now..

Make your packaging of sugar free products different than your sugar filled items. Like diet colas.. it’s almost like they’re different companies all together! Where the fuck is Ray Charles… Ok, I gotta run. good talk. jw

dog+computer

NO LICKING THE COMPUTER.
It ain’t in the market for a suitor
you can use her, you can boot her
but licking is a NO you goober.
I know you’re a dog, that’s cool with me
your saliva forms in a pool you see
gets in and dances with the circuitry
keep the liquids to yourself be it drool or pee.
where’s your fuckin’ owner any way?
getting her freak nasty on it’s a rainy day?
off buyin’ chocolates from the Fanny May?
lick it] once more it’s your life I say.
OK now you just kicked it! that’s the last straw
I’m through with the stages of hem and haw.
this two thousand dollar machine
needs to stay super clean
Or you will go to hell, I know it’s mean,
and get burned worse than anyone has ever seen.