penmanship

The pledges don't run. You run and they pay you to do so. You are raising money to give to an organization independently more or less. I have given plenty to family and friends who do these runs as they get the general public thinking about it and in turn donating themselves. I don't run as I've got the knees of a ninety year old from jumping off too many high things as a teen and can't run more than a KILOMETER. The same with the mustaches in November. I, and I assume most, don't think about prostate cancer regularly if ever (aside from those of you getting the doctors finger of approval yearly), and that makes me think "oh shit, I don't want cancer in my ass" so I'll donate to further understanding, find treatments, and hopefully cure whatever afflictions people want to do fundraising for. And the vast majority of the people involved in these kinds of benefits are doing so for free or as volunteers on their days off (talking about police and paramedics etc at marathons) because they are not so down on the world that they need to get payed to do something good.

fuckin' eh.

summers short beard, winters long beard. it's the canadian way.

got bored. maintain and grow? so much protected space now

that would be a pretty sweet way of revenge. It would also get the group moving out of the prison and onto bigger and better things.

my main plan is walking around drinking with the guys and hopefully seeing weird shit in doing so. Timothy Hoyer painting in the mail right now! stoked on this!

I have never been either. snowmaking convention was originally the reason to go, no it's just a weekend of getting too drunk and throwing away money... may as well give it a go!

brick wall in our apartment for now the two extra pieces will have to wait for our house though. wall real estate in my tiny apartment is quickly dwindling I've also thought about how I'd do it different but Jen digs his work so I'll just buy his work.

It was 350 plus shipping. dude gave me a deal because it was a bigger piece that he wants to use for his portfolio or whatever and it was for a wedding so he said it was even cheaper. mines about 6 feet long and three and a half feet high so it's significantly bigger than most stuff he does. http://msghandmade.com/gallery/ I think he's got prices for all the stuff available.

^ main reason i showed that. haha. waiting to see who'd do it

inside right panel. still all the construction white threading on the suit so it still look completely unfinished. just need to hem the pants and finish the vest and I'm stylin'.

I was told to go there. they have a mini-gun apparently, so I'l pay for that experience for sure. I'm up for anything really. the groomsmen that are coming along are on a tighter budget than me, but I think I'll be able to convince them if the entertainment is worth it. One of them wants to see the dirtiest cheapest strippers, which I'm not that into, but will gladly take the walk and check out whatever sketchy region it'll undoubtedly be in. something along the lines of a "show" involving foreign objects would probably suffice for him. not that he's into that (I assume) but more so to see something fucked up while in vegas. I'd be pretty keen on gambling, but don't know most casino card games well enough to attempt so whatever casino has the most ridiculous shit to waste money at. and good scotch, is it true that you can roll with open liquor wherever on the street? if so duty free will keep me plenty lubricated on the cheap.

ALSO I'm headed to vegas from thursday to sunday. what should I see while I'm there?

Holy hell I had no idea how much shit people give you when you get married. Plush as fuck new towels, bedding, knives so sharp they might create an atomic blast when I slice through atoms. There is the major costs though, still have a bit of savings leftover but it'll be a while before we've got enough for a down payment on a house again. Got almost all my shit together. Been cleaning these rusty ass bottles for centerpieces. Jen's wedding gift to me. Kwest sculpture, soon to be added on a shelf also made by him which I can't wait for. Getting a custom tailored suit because I own three different articles of clothing: t shirts, dickies, hoodies, all of which are apparently not good enough for my wedding so I decided to spend all my fancy clothes budget on one suit. I have dubbed it my life suit, as I will wear it to every occasion I have previously been underdressed for. Got my third fitting tomorrow so I'll post a pic The tailor wanted a picture or pattern for the insignia or whatever it's called so while at school with nothing but soapstone and a welding table I sent Jen this: and she sent the tailor this: Thank fuck she offered to actually draw it because in hind sight a custom suit with my drawing would just not sit right. Got a giant navajo inspired wood work piece from this dude MSGHandmade. he's got that instagram shit so check it out if you're into it. hanging it in the barn behind the head table which Jen doesn't know about yet. To try and match her wedding gift to me I got a hold of her favourite painter, Timothy Hoyer, and a couple teacup machines from mike pike. I'll post pictures of the shit that happens in the lead up and the wedding if you fucks care to see. If you want to help us pay for the wedding get tattooed by Jen, she's in chicago right now, and will be in brooklyn before the years up and austin at the start of december. (and I doubt any of you live in iceland but there for a short stint as well) http://jenmoffatt.com/home.html cliff nots: Getting married Got sweet gifts for eachother Getting a tailored suit for my first adult formal wear ever.

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is it captcha? that shit is used to digitize mass volumes of scanned text into digital books. TED Talks are awesome time fillers and subway entertainment.

Agreed. although I still look forward to watching this every week when it's on. and am excited to see the next season as well. They just introduced tens of randoms who can get fucked up by zombies or fuck up zombies. larger numbers equate to bigger zombie shenanigans. ten zombies in the yard is no big deal with the numbers they've got now, so more extreme shit has got to happen. Or they start farming and fortifying and live happily for an entire season of drama between the group....

then we start finding plates and bowls, all still dirty this is inside his wardrobe. we found a few dozen plates and bowls and cups, all still having food in or on them and all moldy.

bathroom garbages from the two groomers and him who all share a bathroom upstairs. he took they're used kleenex and q-tips and stuff and stored them in his room. also there's a plan B box which I have no idea why is there. he doesn't get to touch his girlfriend, let alone fuck her.

So the guys shit scared of mice. Like terrified, has mouse traps set up all over the fucking place. but we live in a cabin in the woods on a mountain. There's always going to be mice. So after finding small piles of sunflower seed shells in some of our boots and on a bed upstairs, we decide to venture into jons room to see if he's got food left out in his room. another big problem after he moved in was our huge stack of plates from when the cabin used to be a chalet were slowly disappearing and then one day we only had 3 plates left. turns out the guy had been cooking massive amounts of food in one shot, putting it on plates instead of tupperware, saran wrapping them and bringing them to the freezer in the lunchroom at work. we had found over thirty plates in the lunchroom cupboard from the cabin, and when we asked him about it he said he'd forgotten about them. 30 separate times. so that accounted for a lot of the plates but not all: so we go in his room, which we rarely had gone in because it smells like death and i want nothing to do with the guy and this is what we see all his dirty clothes from the last few months, not washed (he doesn't know how to do laundry) and pile from the floor to the ceiling against a baseboard heater that was on. whenever we would drink he'd always have one and then open another but be too shittered to finish and just go upstairs, every one of the cans of beer is at least half full of a sludgey goop of rancid beer. The cupboard he has them on was the cupboard he tried to saw upside down and backwards with a circular saw towards himself. like informercial retard style. tired of cutting yourself in half with a skill saw *que jon trying to use it with the blade up pulling towards himself from underneath* He got that to store his clothes in so the mice wouldn't live in his stuff. nevermind the massive pile directly in front and into it.

the pasta he cooked in his other pot, leaving him with no pots and rotting food in the fridge. I threw all this stuff out the window at man meat while she was walking to her cabin one day.

I'll let you guess what this is

chick peas he bought when he moved in (all these photos are of stuff at least 1 year old from the shared firdge. the smell had started getting into other foods so we got a new one they were regular chickpeas at one point. they ended up like popcorn kernals.

he bought this when he first moved in because he saw me having oatmeal one morning and tried to make it himself. he did finally master oatmeal with his friend ted. he didn't understand how to make it prior to seeing me boil water and add oats and sugar and cinnamon. he'd tried making just oats and water, like not boiling, with no sugar or spices. anyways this is a solid rock because it's vancouver and humidity is almost always 100%