Crazy alien plants :D

Made these adorable little shits, lanterns to carry positive wishes, to give to a darling for her BD. I saw the idea in a shop, it was not an original concept, but I can't afford the real stuff so I usually raid Tedi and just go wild :D

Valerian and the city of a thousand planets

Dumb as it was, it was so very pretty. If you used your brain even just for a second, the whole experience was ruined - any involvement of IQ or cinematic standards (abstract stuff like acting, writing, character chemistry, character arch, plot or pace) broke the spell and ruined the experience. But if you ignored any of that nonsense, it was adorable. Dull as fuck and nonsensical, but adorable. there was a cute lizard that shat pearls. And another dimension shopping city. (Which only allowed for one hour...? No, stop it. Stop sing your brain.)

Hold the door!...

Just realised how Hodor got his name ... That's really fucking sad, man ....

Thursday, last day of the stay in the white city, I am missing G so much it aches. Ape arrived and already my portraying tendencies began to resurface. We climbed the castle hill, talking serious stuff, then down to the Tiepolo exhibit, which was very fine and to my taste, even though I forgot to film any of it, idiot. There was one of the sketches of the elegance, a study of greyhounds, very realistically done, with a complete and utter doodle of Pomeranian, just a bunch of short lines and two dots in the middle. It was awesome. I'll show you once we get home. 

These are some of the stuff from the web:

2:30, can't sleep. Trolling the sites on Facebook that have gone downhill in my absence ... I REALLY have to bite my tongue from time to time, not give an opinion on some of the stuff posted by people I know.

I know, G would be so proud. But for fuck'ssakes. I wish I could say it's envy that they get more views than me, but hey, I am super proud of the twelve I get WITHOUT showing my tits to the world.

So, ye, logged back into Facebook... Trolled the shit out of The Young Turks to celebrate. 

#smallpleasuresinlife

It really is the cutest, oddest sensation, exploring the outskirts of a new city: the streets with funny narrow houses above a steep narrow river, the endless crescent apartment building full of people I have absolutely never spoken to, any of them ... The random tiny cafe bars, bakeries, pet food stores, crammed into the niches, neat little gym parks and jogging trails... I am slightly disappointed in how filthy the river is, full of rotting bikes and shopping cars and disposed of pieces of furniture, tires or garbage bags, but supposedly they clean it out once a year. Pity. it would be a lovely river otherwise. I wonder how far down I could follow it?....

I was asked to take the books back to the library, heavy pointy little bastards poking me in the hip, and I can tell you now how awfully cool one feels when checking out their own books and finding them well-worn and read :D It's like hearing your poem sung by a street performer, or seeing your art stolen to promote some famous establishment. So cool.

Was a moment away from wondering whether to sign back into Facebook on my old account, which I've failed to eradicate, and I will need it to get my subscriber count above thirteen, (and I CBA creating a whole new fan base anew with Artsy), when spam informed me one of my besties has posted a pic and as I click on it, voila! I am back in my old, disavowed account like nothing happened.... Shitty shitty fucking creepy little stalking shit.

Like I'm in a fucking cult.

Reading The Otranto Castle, Primeval and Other Times and Motorcycle diaries; watching Twelve Angry Men, Black Mirror and Glitch.

All highly recommended stuff, guys.

Traveloguing a wee bit around the city, which is wonderful, through the old part and back through a flea market where you can get anything from old Nazi uniforms to Gandalf pipes, Elvis records to ancient photo cameras, old money and fairly new Hungarian stamps... I'm tempted to buy everything, but I forced myself to try and film a neat video for the vlog, showing how cute our capital can be. took no more and no less than one whole photo to serve as the thumbnail...

Still not sure how to make custom thumbnails, but more importantly, I've no idea how to make YouTube content I want either. I need to figure out the shtick, the energy, the brightness, the seriousness and the originality of my posts. I have never in my entire existence breached the gap between my shy exclusiveness and profitable popularity. It's my summer job to figure it out, how to be cultural and erudite, yet compete with gamer little boys and fitness little girls.

Hm, there's a Tiepolo sketches exhibit in the National Gallery.... hmmm...

Perhaps the most important reason of why I take time away from G is to work on my reactionary nature. It was not until very recently that I realized an alternative to despairing over any little shit that isn't going your way - or, sometime, big bad stuff - but the fact remains my marital bliss has caused me to seek always one and only one solution to every problem, big or small: find G. G will know what to do.
Or. a more probably mentality: G has the money to handle it. Perhaps it's not having any money that frightens me about the real world..  while I KNOW those penniless ought to be most care-free and resourceful..

In retrospect, of course, things that happen are so miniature they are certainly not worth any tears or blisters, but that is always the case with 'all is well that ends well'. I need to train myself to not freak out every time I lose control of every detail of the real world. This time, these days away, are some of that exercise. 

Solve your own shit. And even though you can, don't cry into the phone like a little bitch during. Look, the main thing is, at least now you have a whole sheet of bubble wrap to pop. Oh, how the cat envies you!

And so it was that after a long slow day G walked me to the station and we chatted about trains and sex and trains and love and food and trains for almost an hour (track renovation causing delays), then he waited until we moved on and returned to the normal world whereas I rode out in search of, well, a monastic version of our capital in the summer.

On the train ride, just as the night was crawling out of the wilderness to have its way with us all, (and the entirety of the train evacuated at Laško, where the Beer fest is happening...) I saw a girl who instantly attracted me, for she had rich black hair in a braid, weaved through with strains of long white hairs - something I find deeply appealing in young people. It suggests their worry of the world, or something.

My nose for the kind, I engaged her in a conversation and of course we ended up talking YouTube and global politics :D She and her sis then drove me to my address and the day ended perfectly. I was tired, so I passed out early, and for the first time in weeks it got so cool during the wee hours I actually had to find myself a cover. In the morning a small dog howling and yapping so insistently woke me, the inertia of Starbark whining when I don't take her out early enough, almost had me take the cat down for a loo. As I am abstaining from coffee momentarily, he brain takes a little longer to pick up on things...

The plan is to finish the last chapter of Goose, but as I am on a borrowed laptop, we'll see how that goes ...I require a certain small element of familiarity to completely dive into creativity, so, although I came well prepared, movies and shows and books and all... we'll see :) Eight days to go...

New content :)

The "Violence is for cavemen" vlog is up. Yo!

My first troll!!

Oh! I feel so grown up :D My frst troll.. I'm a real YouTuber now!...

Fuck, it's so hot that by the time I am done putting the washing on the line, the first ones are dry already. Almost impossible to sleep. Or to clean the house, which needs to be done before guests arrive :/
Haven't combed my hair after the last five or six of the last showers, so they're going into this really cool looking rasta dread-locky mode :D New I Roved Out is up, awesome shit as always... I'll be editing the next video later, after I get myself some food... Watched Tour De Pharmacy, so far the weirdest and gruesome of their mocumentaries, but also kinda cute. And the first episode of Snowfall, which put me in a 1983's Los Angeles mood. Never needed to before, but am putting the city on my list.

Well, overnight, albeit short, because nobody is sleeping in this heat, the art vlog got four views and the porn one got forty. Tough subject matter to predict there.

Two new vlog rants, one about porn, the other about art - I know my shit with these two :D Next up 'violence'. (Am against.) 

 

Too fucking hot to sleep. G has plans to go out hunting before dawn, I'm restlessly walking around the house, reading a bit, watching old David Bowie Movies, retweeting stuff I marginally relate to... It's 2:30... Every once in a while power goes out like we're in Bangkok...

Yesterday was a really lovely day - we picked up dad and drove to my elder brother's place for his BD - he made a superb BBQ-stewed bograch and his lady made some other veggie yummies and amazing bread with sunflower and other like seeds... They are such cool people. We got stuck at his movie collection - we actually have an almost exact taste - his fav movie is Stalker and The Duellists ranks up in the first ten, followed by a hundred I completely agree with... missing perhaps only the Station agent and Arrival.. He also haves great comics and subscribes to the same political magazines. She is a good listener when I reported on what's been the haps for the past few months and we offed to give the leftovers of food to the chickens of the farm she inherited: they ranked from 3-day old tennis balls with beaks to MASSIVE mother hens, bigger even than the noisy rooster. They also have the nicest and most police bullmastiff bitch, which kept sitting her 100 pound bum on my foot and pressing against me, wanting to be tickled on her tummy. We talked hours on end, hiding in the shadow of their house. Dad was telling the story from war when a whole train of Bosnian orphan boys arrived for the picking and all the farmers, shepherds and tradesmen picked theirs to have as apprentices and help, leaving the last two weakest and smallest behind, then picked by dad's sister. (After both his parents dies, she was the head of the house, she had her own farm.) And she brought the boys up so well suddenly everyone wanted them, and one went of to become the headmaster of a teach school. Those were really weird times. You needed to have cards to get bits of food from the stores, bits of anything wrapped in small paper cones. Except for the farmers, people were pretty fucked right after the war.

PMSing. Watched a trailer for The Red Turtle once and then Trolls 48 times to stop crying. I'll be fine.

But hey, I got 7 subscribers. PewDiePie, now's the time to worry for your subscriber supremacy, because there can only be one king of YouTube!

Breatharians

The tragic bit isn't that there are people who can live off air, not eating any food or drinking any water for decades at the time (though having perfectly normal kitchens in their houses, or being seen coming out of restaurants or, you know, being tested and they nearly die in four days), the tragic bit is that the first organ to fail them is... what's that word... brain. It is simultaneously frightening and fascinating how well some people function entirely without a brain. 

Wait, do you think ... could it be ... is it possible it's a all ... a scam?!

Cute dreams

My brain really gives me the greatest dreams. I had the privilege or an almost private small David Bowie concert, where I was some sort of help with the organizers of a large symposium (might have been on a very large ship or something)… And man, can he sing, even if I was just there for the rehearsal. In the end his wife Iman joined him on stage, but also his first crazy wife Angie was there… I am proud my brain keeps so many details about these people, their actualization was entirely accurate. Not to mention mine – for all my bragging about social confidence, in dreams like these, faced with a man like that – if half my weight, old and polite – I felt and stood there like a dumb little rabbit’s poop

I've got a dislike!!? NO!! How?! WHYyyyyy???!

Using my old photos to make myself some more banners..

I needed something for my upcoming video about the decline of journalistic integrity ...

Took me three tries to get there :P