Also, This

A Stupid Twat.

Go read this goddamn article. I couldn't get past the first line so I don't really know what it says, but my guess is that it's subtly ribbing on the goddamn teabag fucktards, like this dumb whore pictured above.

The best part about this dumbass is that she is a stay at home mother. Don't get me wrong, I've stayed at home and taken care of children so I know how much of a thankless, labor intensive job that rearing children is, but I was never under any illusions that I actually paid taxes or that any of the money that Felicia "earned" was "my" money.

Ecstatic Ecstatic

This is what happens when your city passes an anti-gay discrimination ordinance. They have turned my dog gay. He even squats to pee now. Don't let this happen to you. Get out there and put those homos in their place.

Please, think of the Corgis.

Someone Thinks That He Is a Photographer

So check this shit out. I was feeling pretty shitty today because I haven't really done anything creative in a while and wanted to fix it. So, being inspired by Hourly Comics I decided to chronicle a little bit of my day with pictures and captions, because there is so much shit out there that you motherfuckers will never see or know that I wanted to try to bring to you.

Heading out.

Walking.

Getting in and starting up.

Anchorage skyline.

The port exit is on the right.

C and 5th.

Don't walk.

We like the music loud in this here band.

Some white kid with dreads walking a dog. Also, some pretty sweet apartments.

Would never eat here.

Some local sports team.

Finally, a store that caters to my need for tuxes and costumes, at the same time.

Driving.

Some shit.

Gas is still pretty high here.

Costco makes the baby Jesus vomit.

Hate this goddamn store.

But I have a profound need to wipe my ass with bulk bought products.

Driving.

All your bailout are belong to us.

Goddamn laundry.

Fucking hate this place.

The Management has rules.

Fold that shit.

Never gonna drink here.

Driving.

Homeless panhandling in the cold.

So there, that's it. A view into the grim realities that I see daily. The laundry mat is truly the worst place in the world. It makes you think that there is no hope to your station and that all is unbearable suffering and the hell is right here, with us. I hate that fucking place.

See you motherfuckers later.

Where I Stay: Anchorage

Hey, check out these jam cookies. I rule.

Ahh, sweet ass, old, army barracks converted into low rent apartments.

The view of downtown is pretty bitchin' though. You just kind of have to keep out of your head that you are right above the train yard, and that any chemical mishap or explosion would probably kill you in your sleep.

Dining Room.

Living Room.

Plant window and bookshelves.

Here is a totally unscripted picture of Gavin reading his "magazine" about firefighters he got from his pre-school.

Now check out a similar picture of me as a child doing the same thing.

I think the last two pictures totally rule. It's pretty amazing that there still exists an ancient picture of me reading the paper, and even more amazing that I caught Gavin in almost exactly the same position. It's kind of freaky how similar the two images are.

Anyway, I'm going to get out of here before I get too sentimental or some such shit. I shall return soon with the expected levels of vitriol.

Suck It!