For the love of vlog

Recently a friend of mine was diagnosed with something that will mean a fair bit more indoor-time for her. One of my first reactions was this: vlog about it. We all love the Fully Sick Rapper, right?

So if this girl can find a balance between ^that^ awesomeness and my drivel, it will be a win. My overwhelming urge to force my views on other people prompted this video proposal...

Basically, I don't think I will be happy until everyone I know is expressing themselves through words, pictures, photos, or video. I mean, really. What're you doing with your spare time? Sports? Ugh...

I am a dentist

The thing I love about this photo is that you cannot see my face. Crystal is coming along nicely as a photographer.

Today I took a break from editing Amodus footage to see my friends Brooke and Jon for lunch. It was the best thing ever, cause Amodus play heavy, melodic rock, and I was starting to think that I would need to pledge my love for Satan soon... I'm just that sensitive.

If you would like to check out Amodus, have a look here: AMODUS

Vlogs to my 12-year-old self

Sometimes, much like our bless'd lady of miracles, Cher, I question whether or not I believe in life after love. More often, though, I find myself wishing I could turn back tuh-hahm (time).

After making a decision regarding my hair, while I was... shall we say... "not sober", I started thinking about what I would tell myself if I could turn back time (tuh-hahm).

There are many, many things that I would tell myself. Too many things for one vlog. I may make more. Time is something I will have lots of, as I will not be leaving the apartment for some weeks. 

Waiting for The Major

Well. Our little bird has a name. Owing to his constant failures to launch, we have called him Major Tom. His attempts to slip the surly bonds of Earth, put out his wing, and touch the face of God are fruitless and adorable. At least he's trying. But do you think the kid has given talking a go? No sir.

A lot of people are telling me to give it time. Okay, that seems fair. Nero didn't fiddle as soon as Rome was built... I'm just warning you that videos of him will be exactly this interesting (see: below), until he opens his beak for more than a yawn or a high-pitched squeal, meaning "I can't see you, where did you go!?!".

While we wait for Major Tom to share his gift with us, let's have a look at this truly amazing book illustrating David Bowie's 'Space Oddity'.