Tattoo: in grade school i never got the chance,

awkward and fumbling,
i rarely danced.

this weekend i hung out with my little broness. i let him play some video games while i photographed some stuff with my new camera

"homeboy sits hella-close to the t.v." -jimbo

my moms been holdin onto this epic couch and chair combo for me for a couple years now, and soon i'm gonna bring in to the city. everytime i'm at my moms place i get pretty psyched about it.

bro's gear that used to be my gear

even toy train tracks are picturesque

then i rallied up the troops to build some fucking robots!!!

we finished up in time to shred a bit before bedtime. this one was all stevens design and it defenitely kicks mine's ass.

"my robot is better than yours bram"
"yours is only better than mine cause i didn't build mine yet"
"yeah, but mine kicks ass though"

sometimes kids say stuff where you ought to discipline them or tell 'em that they shouldn't talk like that. but he he said this to me so non-chalantly that it was prefect, pristine delivery. i could only smile and laugh. steve's on some next-level linguistic type shit, especially for a nine year old.

when i woke up, steve was asleep, i took a shower and when i got out, steve steve was playing with his new robog in his bed

and i built my own

then we went for a drive to the city

epic

did i mention that we built robots to take to the robot wars??? 'cause we did! this robot was epic as hell, while everyone else flailed around wildly smashing balls around in this ring, this dude just sucked 'em up with a vacuum and magnetized em with a electromagnet and dumped em in his goal. shredding.

nerd shoes

schled got steve's photo for the sun yesterday, and this dude was creepin' on him for the free press.

this dude's was a robotic effigy of steven harper. it was fucking radical. especially since there was a march for peace going on that day, and the headline of the papers were about that fucking asshole being committed to our freedom or whatever the fuck it is that lets him dominate other countries and manipulate our own people with fear...

then the only politically affiliated robot fought the only thug robot, new era hats at the robot show??? cool as fuck.

this lady was creepin on this bro... on the flesh rampage.

this robot could walk on two legs and see shit and walk towards the shit that it recognised... gnarly.

and these robots don't even have remote controls, they are just programed to see each other and fight the fuck out of one another.

when i got home jimbo got the cat wet

and these bros (and babe) showed up

ty's threatening to slash off his locks

james got an epic new setup

i love being unemployed... just another lovely monday.

bus stop graf

i stopped by the printmaking lab to see if art school jeanette was around but she wasn't.

this rail never used to be a spot. then they nobbed it and all of a sudden it was a gap to rail and people session it... it's still not a spot

down at sk8...

wheeler was pretty psyched to show off his ink.... epic???

chelsea was at our place filling out swimming lesson report cards and me and jimbo vibed on how bummed we were on swimming lessons when we were kids. i failed red five fucking times... fuck that shit...

this car was looking ro rad, so i took a closer look

and the back seat was full of old issues of "scientific american" bound in twine, it was the most romantic thing i've seen in a while.

went to the edge... james was jealous of my new camera rig. he also lent me his credit card so i could buy myself a fisheye that doesn't suck. we are VERY bro.