did you hear the bell ring?!

what a joyful day to realize you're still surrounded by college meat heads, and pom pom whores......pirate hookers....................conformist Nazis. hahaha

Eccccch! I ran like this all the way to the library today, in which I ended up getting fired.

loo loo loo, I've got some apples, loo loo loo, you've got some too.

LOOP DA DOOP DA DOOOOOOOO..............

well....It most certainly has been a while now hasn't it. I went kind of "a-wall" on everyone...Let's just say.....I had rock climbing lessons at the mall.

I went home twice within the last week. My sisters b-day party was a must, it was at "Jump City". The place with those big inflatable contraptions where you just jump all around in. Yeah...It was fun, I snuck off into my own little inflatable jumping arena, and within 10 minutes, I had 15 screaming girls and boys jumping all around me at the same time................It was very.........."Lost In Translation"-ish. So what do I do. Plop myself in the corner , while trying to sit still, but since 15 kids are all jumping at the same time, I'm constantly loosing my balance....So pretty much I just look like a party pooper fool in the corner of an inflatable room.

Sam and I invented this game though where we hold hands and bounce three times together, and then I lift her WAYYYYY up into the air and basically just let go...To which she's up in the air screaming with joy. Yes....The inflatable...Wait.....There's got to be a name for these...What the hell do I call these things.....Inflatable....? What are they? Rooms?

MOONWALKS!!!!!!! EUREKA!!!!!!!!

(thank you yahoo pictures)

Well, I am in Florida right now. Until Sunday, the day before school starts. And let me tell you....Sometimes the sun is just too hot. Not to be another negative Nancy or anything, but damn dude....you's is hot! I couldn't even stay underneath your rays for less than two hours.

I'm inside right now taking a break, tying back my hair again, and regrouping with some Resident Evil 4. Everyday you must have your fill of zombies, it's only natural.

Quick thoughts, don't dwell on anything right now, it will lead you back into the hole. Well, I'm off to the pool again so everyone can gawk at the abominable hairy man.

jesus christ my dad is putting way too much reasoning into this video game.

well, haven't done this in a while. Nothing really exciting. Nothing too important. No news that would make me a super blogger. Lot's of n's to start off sentences with I guess. I'll make a post one day that for every sentence is a letter in consecutive order from the alphabet. Becuase that would be lame.....and right now I feel pretty lame sitting at work right now.

What did I do for fun today you ask. Bought a brownie, and a iced mocha and dipped the brownie in....of course...the whipped cream delight found in the iced mocha. So right now, basically, i'm feeling pretty sick.

A little too much chocolate for my sensitve stomach. Boo Hoo goes you, yes...it's okay to do that....make fun of me....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

can someone please just knock me out for like the next hour.

i'm really at a loss for words here. Maybe I should just stop. wheel this chair into the backroom and take a nap for an hour. ready.........break.

A Day in the Life of a Fat Kid at the Disney World of Food Stands

When reasoning comes into fat kid tendencies......you know you've crossed into a whole other realm in life.

Reasoning A Lunch: By Anthony Fatticus

"Sure thing buddy," I say since my stomach been screaming, "I'm hungry kid," for the past 30 minutes. So let's go downstairs to the healthy food stand known as the 'Cyber Cafe' in the MSU Library. Now by healthy I mean that the counters are cleaned and the sneeze guards are completely whiped off, so I can see clearly into the sorted arrangement of baked this, and yummy that's.

"Hmmmm..........." my belly says. I let it do most of the talking, it seems to usually make the right decision. I scan over the assorted apples and oranges I would never dare to touch, let alone eat.

"I swear I've seen those same oranges for the past 4 years" my belly says, "let's move over to the muffins".

Since they don't have any over smuthered mayonaise tuna sandwhiches, I guess I'll just have a muffin. "those are nutricious", I tell myself. And even though I 'know' they arn't whatsoever healthy I begin to convice myself. So what do I do, it's pro's and con's time boys and girls. You know you've heard your daddies do this before. Well, it can be used also on food selection....but only for the kids with "fat kid tendencies". This is how I convince myself

1.) muffins look like they could be made out of some grainy material. Bread is good, wheat is good, sure!!! these muffins must be healthy!
2.)blueberries!!!!!!!!! didn't someone tell me blueberries are brain food. I sure need to stock up on my brainfood. And yes, arn't blueberries grown from the earth.

So for item number one, 'the blueberry muffin', I listed two great lies of facts in order to make my selection. In reality, these muffins arn't made out of any kind of whole grains or anything wheat related. All I know is that it's flufly, moist, and has a lot of sugar on the top. Second of all, there are no actually blueberries inside this muffin. This is no Farmers Market muffin, this is a fluffy piece of goodness, injected with purple food coloring. You know those little candy sprinkles people put on cakes and cupcakes.....those could be the blueberries inside this muffin.

So that takes care of "healthy breakfast item #1" so far. There's still two more decisions to be made up at the fron tcounter of this Cyber Cafe I'm at.

"hmmmmm...so I picked the muffin......what goes good with a muffin"............my fat kid spidey sense tells me I should turn around and seize the day behind me. I obey this order, and turn around to see to my surprise........."the chip stand". So many wide varieties of chips......baked.....salted....cheese coated....bubble gum dipped.....and of course.......French Onion. With a capitol 'F' and 'O'. I quickly skip, not walk, over to this Chip-a-polloza and snatch a large 99 cent bag of Sun Chips: French Onion. (In theatres soon starring, Mel Gibson, and K.D. Lang) Of course the movie comment is something I don't say out loud, but it sure gave me and my belly a few laughs and giggles. So the Sun Chips: French Onion, are placed upon the counter for purchasing.

This is where my conscious begins to go wild. I must justify my decisions. Every action has a reaction, and my reaction is to say "let's ride", to the fat kid theory.

Sun Chips, just reading the package should give you enough solid evidence for consuming. Because there's so many glorious clues just on the bag itself!
1.) Common sense fat kids, I mean, it says right on the front, "GREAT MULTIGRAIN TASTE". this is true! It is a great tasting snack, and it does taste like a great pile of multigrains sitting on my palette.
2.) beneath that first statement is another "30% Less Fat". That's AWSOME!! that means I can Eat 30% more Sun Chips than I usually do because the first bag contains 30% less fat than what I would usually eat from just one bag. Now..... the higher order of fat kid tendencies, would be to buy another bag of these chips, and on the way home from lunch, eat just 30% of the bag so you break even at the end of the day.
3.)Do you see the little circle on the side of the bag that says "Smart Choices Made Easy". Well, us fat kids love easy choices, and if you look closely it's got a little check mark, with a head above it to represent a person(al) check for the day. But to me, it's someone saying, "hey, look at me, eat this and you get a hug by me.....Mrs. Smart Choice check lady. So right there, just by eating this glorious bag, you get personal satisfaction, and a little love on the side.
4.) If this isn't enough for you, just turn the bag over, instead of saying something else, they repeat everything they've said on the front.....in real life sentences for you on the back. Great signage made into chip bag literature if you ask me.

I mean, it should be obvious, chips are chips, either way they arn't healthy for you. And if you get the kind that has like "zero" fat in them....we'll they just make you shit a lot. And no one likes shitting a lot.....i'll say it again... shit... shit.. shit... shit.. uncomfotable huh? Say it outloud in front of your mom a couple of times......very very uncomfrotable.....well, that's what it'll be like if you eat those 'sorry of an excuse for health food chips'.

So on to the last and final item.....'hmmm...Anthony my boy....what are you gonna wash all this down with', say's my stomach. You're right! I almost forgot.....I need something to drink....a dry palette is always the worst thing while trying to enjoy salty and sweet food groups.

"why.....is that a fountain pop machine I see way in the distance?"
"EUREKA!!!!! it is" (and the only reason I know how to spell eureka is because that's the name of my street. If I didn't live there you'd be i'd be surfing the net for dictionary.com right now"

"ahhhh coke will be just fine, it is of course an important source of nurticion for us fat kids" my belly tells me. So here comes the only and I say only, because really, this one is hard to justify. There's only one ingredient put into this marvoulous contraption of liquified greateness that is an essential substance for human existance. And that substance is......can you guess it....

1) ice-cubes. Yes, ice cubes are contained of water which is essential for human existance as we know it. This my friend is the ultimate low in fat kid tendencies. It's what we fat kids refer to as the golden rule of complete truthful logic. By any means necessary, if you can justify it with illogical reasoning, then you can eat it.

This concludes my epic tale of the drastic decisions that are made when choosing the right items to snack upon. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did.....now, let me get back to my chips.

The Musical Gods Have Felt My Tears, And Blessed Me With Capitol Letters Throughout This Sentence

Ummmm so yes........thank you musical gods of thunder guitars, loud screams, and Taco Bell window shattering frequencies. All that has happened comes down to this. Xiu Xiu, better know as, huhuh huhhhuhh hhuhhhuh wow, is coming to the Magic Stick October 21st, 2006. Doors are once again at 8:00. So I don't get it. Is October the month of music now? Sunset Rubdown, Xiu Xiu, what's next Devendra Banhart playing in the Kresge Art Store. I'm so torn about October because that's the month of a.) runny noses, b.) raking leaves c.) over priced batman costumes and d.) no good shows due to cold weather.


ohhh god, i'm so excited now. I mean look at these guys! And ummm LOOK at his tattoo!!! nnnnnnnn it's a hand......sigh....you would put something so simple and cartoony on your arm. Xiu Xiu is a very interesting band indeed. Not many people like him, mainly becuase he produces a certain type of sound that is not at all, or will ever be, heard on the radio waves. It's more of like what your inside sounds like right after being dumped, or something like that. Xiu Xiu consists of two main characters, but Im not sure if they invite more people to play on stage with them.




Ohhh yeah....let's be so indie and go back to our high school and write really cool things all over the board instead of math problems Ohhhh and let's also draw a really cute bunny. Not to mention the records below that were probably a gift of some sort since they look hand made. hmm looks like india ink. Why am I acting so jealous.....I could do that! But instead of writing "consciousness" I would write "Looop Da doop Da dooo", "Hey Every-body!" Sigh sometimes bands like xiu xiu can just be way too creative. Check out their music, and i'll see ya at the show this coming October.

some new letterings look fine.....just fine....fine

Ohhhh wow, wowwy wow wow. I've been up for far too long. But then again it's only been 4 and a half hours, I've gotten a lot done so far being at work. Of course it's not work related. But you could say I've been "investing work time for my own work and work things related in my area of work." You could even be like a Dad, and make a Dad comment like, "I was doing my own research for my (double finger quotes below the eye line) "projects".

I love saying that, becuase you know when you say it to someone you're thinking to yourself, "wow, I sound like such a douche right now......research, I'm not a scientist, I'm looking at pictures." Hence why I love using that phrase.....not because I love feeling like a douche, but because I know my job as an artist is the shit and I don't have to do conventional thinking, no instead of reading business books about the best methods of making a gain for some other person, I get to "research" Birch Doorskin Plywood at the local lumber yard, in which I tell myself "Anthony this is a very crucial decission...."what is the best adhesive glue to use on foam board?" sigh.....................(this is the point in the paragraph where I'm like "wait, what the fuck am I talking about, is this even coherent?"

That is why I love what I do. I don't have to look up anything or do anything for anyone but myself. The amount of success I may taste one day all depends on how hard I push myself. My satisfaction with life cannot be determined by anyone but through my own input within myself. Not how many asses I have to kiss while trying to climb Business Ladder of Corporate Sellouts! DOWN WITH THE MAN I SAY and UP WITH THE HUGE SHARPIE MARKRES! no seriously, who wants to obey some other sell out sitting in what seems to be a nice office, but is really just a larger version of a cubical day after day.

I agree with my mom that you should be your own boss, and hence I understand why she wanted me to go to law school. But law school and a court room do not mix with any of the products and or hats I put on my head. I mean, using one of my friends examples in a sense...."i'm sweating in bewteeen my fingers....HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE". I'm to crazy to argue cases...to indecisive.....I argue to many cases of my own in my head that I would seriously just not make sense in front of a judge. I'm sure if I ever did it, an unconscious stream of thought would just explode out of my mouth while making my last argument.

"your honor, alizarine crimson was ALWAYS at the scene of the crime.... In Exhibit 1, 2, and 3 he left marks upin the pallette, (pointing with an oversize metal pointer)...here.....and here.....and also here!. One might your honor, say that mr. alizarine is a very good color to start out with, but the KEY is TO ADD!!! TOO ADD YOUR HONOR!!!! traces of Cadmium Yellow Light. It is neither just Mr. Alizarine, or Mrs. Cad., but both who are responsible for this overpriced piece of artwork. YOU SEE the Cad. Light is the one responsible for these amazing and bewilldering patches of greatness.....it's not the person sitting before you....THE PAINT IS GUILLLLLLTY!!!!! All you have to do your honor is think to youself....and ask yourself this question......"If I were Ms. Cadmium Yellow Light......would I either be squished around before being used in order to get my pigments and oils all mixed together properly......Or.......would I skip D'Ann's advice and just get squirted straight out of the tube leaving puddles of oil all around my pigment."

sigh..................sometimes I'm just too much. I hope someone at least understands what I'm talking about. Anyway, that's why I can't be a lawyer right now mom, I'm just to darn obsessed with paint. The consistency, the colors, the way it smells on freshly painted walls, the way it turns into the color of your dream right before your eyes. It's all about the moments when your mixing colors and you're like ....."EUREKA!!!!!!! I WANNA BE THAT COLOR!!!! I WANNA BE YOU MR. COLOR!!!!!!!!!! WHY IS YOUR HUE SO SPECIAL TO ME!!!!!!!"

When I was in highschool and working at O'Leary paint, I would dip my hands in the gallon of paint I was mixing for some customer if no one was around. Both hands....BOOM! right inside the can.....just so I could feel that acrylic sliding inbetween my fingers and around my knucles. Of course there was always a trail of paint from the mixing room to the utility sink where I would wash my hands off, but no one ever knew.

This my friend, is what it's like to be at work at 8am. Although since I'm an artist and lazy, make that 8:30 since I never even wake up that early. I still can't figure out why my boss scheduled me for such an early shift. I've been sitting here looking at old pictures of the Depression and the Civil Rights movement for so long now. Damn good pictures if you ask me.....almost.....too good. To all you lovebirds out there, too-ta-loo and until next time.

Book of Choice right now: "Your Vigor For Life Appals ME", Robert Crumb.