Be quiet and wait.

I just got out of the shower and started writing this. (Now that's love) I did throw on a sweater my grandma got me about 2 years ago that I told her I wear on the regular (even in the African summers here in the midwest) and this mug is so warm I don't even have to wear socks and it's chaplippedCOLD outside. Not sure where these adjectives are coming from but I get a feeling you know what I'm talking about.

Sup? This last week was pretty rad, I got to see AESOP ROCK and A$AP ROCKY in the same week. I hate to the fact that I have to bold their names but eh, it happens.  Shouts to Steddy P for hooking up the guest list. 

I got there early enough but with as wild as I knew the show WOULD be, I had no business trying to get into that mess
Schoolboy Q
Danny Brown
Rocky and Company

Frank Ocean - The video is almost done and i'll have a project page for it too. I feel like I should make prints of the final product but I know people don't give enough two shits to watch the video so I'd have trouble selling them. Story of my life. Anyway It's a bit different that most of my other videos and I had a lot of fun making it so stay tuned and it will be up within the week. I hope you'll like it.

Video juegos -
So this cabinet is coming along pretty well, I just ordered the arcade pads and joysticks for it. Originally I wanted to wire up my own but I'm not going to act like I know how and lord knows I don't have any friends so I'm going to justify ordering some by saying that I want to keep an original feel. (That doesn't even make sense) Also, as I mentioned before, upon completion everyone who reads this is invited to the little party i'm having to make it look like I have friends (for video purposes) and at this event i'll be handing out free ass whoopins' in any snes game of your choice. 



Oh hey, I forgot to tell you. I got a new job.

 

Someone set us up a bomb . . .

I've always wanted my own arcade machine but didn't know what game I wanted and eventually I would like to turn my basement of my dream home into an arcade/padlocked mancave but until then I decided to restore one but take a different approach. I got this system for $20 and the monitor was blown. Instead of buying a new one I just decided to gut the entire thing and now i'm in the process of restoring some of the cosmetic damage and I plan to convert this game into a Super Nintendo cabinet. Wiring joysticks and the works into this thing. It will definitely be a treasure when it's complete. 

Handing out free ass whoopins in the following: Street fighter II, Mortal kombat Gold, Tecmo Superbowl, Ken Griffey Jr. Baseball, Killer Instinct, NBA Hangtime. 

When it's complete i'll be sure to let you know when you a good time you can stop by and get embarassed.

In other news, I went ahead and updated all the social networks I don't use including Facebook, Tumblr, DeviantArt and More! Check em out! I also recently joined Instagram....no biggie.

It's now 2:16 am and i'm starving. BRB LOLLLLL

It's hard out here in these skreetz 

This thing weighed more than the national debt. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
BRO.
....I don't even want to talk about the title.



I would also like to share this feature on my girlfriend's phone. She has 'voicemail-to-text'. Oh you don't know what it is? Basically it's intended to convert voicemails into text messages. In this situation I accidentally butt dialed her and by the sound of the 4 minute long voicemail, is nothing but shuffling and grunting from moving the said arcade cabinet.....her glorious feature on her phone gave her the following message: (Keep in mind this is straight copy and pasted from her phone on top of the fact that I wasn't in a good 10 mile radius of anyone I know named Mike . . .or pete)

"Hey mike ... we'll hopefully see you was it over or thanks if it but ... I thought the listen to your car bye hey you know who going talk to you off but all thanks bye good black dude about it all right bye where you at black dude we just verified the point I wouldn't sound licensing otherwise let's use a ring all right bye this set of those but ... for all all about that hey ... my wife called user or know you or pete ... still and our I'll clock hi ralph dear went well all just ... seeing if you're open was at bye not gonna tell you that and they won't ... or relay area well you call me later there we're gonna ... absolutely norman that ... brother in law our borrow over hi ... hello are ... more than we need to ... speaking with you ... hope all well 2 so figured I wonder hey give me are you wanted to call and say all right later walls on the will the hey lore group so we are good or yet what was some place and start the road ... hey. "

...this is what comes to mind: 

 

Let it Ring Ensembles

Let's start this one off with some comedy:

You're welcome. Now hit play (below and read along)

(Just hit play, you're being un-reasonable again. You told me to remind you when you're doing it....well, you're doing it)

So I started this post about 2 weeks ago and completely forgot about it. I'm not sure why I'm coming back to it but I'm here so lets move forward. My bran is racked and I hate to say it but I haven't been as creatively active as I would like to. We'll just say I've been . . .busy.

I've been hitting on this subject a lot lately; Nostalgia. Sometimes I feel it coming and I'll zone out just to keep the feeling going. Once I snap out of it I start to question myself. As if I'm a bad person for wanting to get high off my own drug. It's what It feels like and upon further investigation of what it is that makes the nostalgia so gripping I've come to the conclusion that it's not anybody or anything in particular that I miss, it's just being comfortable with myself. Comfortable with what is to come and my lifestyle. Not worrying; no reason to. Some have said I grew up and left too fast which is partly true but I feel like there is a window of time I don't remember. It's very cloudy and I can't make much of anything. 

I miss my friends, the family I had, the time spent not doing a damn thing, countless hours playing halo, time spent not doing a damn thing with friends etc. The most I ever had to worry about was where everyone was going to be on the weekend or what I was going to spend my allowance on. Everything seemed much happier and bright. I can't help but feel 'awake' to the world. I see what people are really made of and how the world really works. Deep down. I feel something hurting. I'm not an oblivious person . . and I can't figure out what it is.

. . . And we move on. (Thanks for listening)

I have started picking up a lot of steam on my short story. I'm not going to say the title of it or what it's about but I can tell you that it will be a niche read. Nothing you'll lose sleep over but I'm hoping you might be able to share my acquired knowledge in your own situations. 

I've also started working on a Frank Ocean piece as well as a walking dead project. Both of which are drawings turned digital/print but they aren't quite done yet so stay tuned.

In the meantime, check out some photos:

This guy moved from California to be with her high school sweetheart (my mom) in MISSOURI.......ehhhhhhh
Wedding ish.
Major. Before he was major. (See what I did there?)
It's a party and you're not invited
Cover I slapped for my homie Dom Chronicles for his new single "Midwestside" from his new album "AFTERLIFE" It's good stuff.


Here are some of the visuals we shot as a teaser for his music video. Doesn't make sense but the glory of it is....It doesn't have to.

My first Halo: Reach cap
My first Halo: Reach assassination. Oh the joy.
My final H3 cap. Those were the days.

I'm too old to be feeling like this.

Play them shits and read along (It doesn't work if you don't hit play. Stop being unreasonable)

I wake up. I'm feeling anxious. I feel flustered. I can't think. I can't remember what time I work, what client projects i'm working on, who i'm suppose to meet or if I even woke up on time. I stand up while I try and process why my memory is so cloudy. I snap to. I had stood up for about 3 minutes straight. Finally make it into the bathroom. I sit down in my computer chair and face my login screen. 5 minutes go by. I snap out of it. Put in my password. Then I forget what I even got on the computer for. I start to change into my work clothes. I never checked the time. I'm not sure if i'm hungry. 

I don't know what's going on.

Upon further investigation I came to the conclusion that I was stressed out.
For the first time in my life I was truly stressed out. I could barely function let alone try and focus on the task at hand. It's a terrible feeling and I no longer wish to be accompanied. I came home, turned on some jams and just started drawing and a small portion of the big load was lifted. 

After testing my hypothesis, I believe that my production or lack thereof has caused me virtually close all creative outlets. Among other things, drawing helped relieve the pressure from the related issue. My entire world is about to change and fear of losing interest or desire to create is starting to kill me.

I have started lining out a few major projects and pieces but until they're in production, they're g14 classified. (Sorry, I don't make the rules) I will add that I have started writing a short story. It's going to be super butchered but It's helping me vent. BOOYAH.

How i'm feeling after venting: (RIP Nujabes)
 

Eat. Game. Eat.

Hey look. Ma frendz
Not in my chowse.
Mark V
Black dude.

60 hours

I've been writing a lot lately (offline) almost a journal if you will. It will probably be made public close to a year from now. For use of a better phrase, "I got a lot going on right now." Not spoiled teenager stuff but serious life lessons are being dropped on my shoulders. I may or may not share with you in due time. The point is, I've just been thinking a lot lately, to the point I feel it's too much. I'm not sure how much I should be wondering off in my own mind for fear I wont make it back. 

I'm writing this at 9am, before I go to work. Work that I don't necessarily hate, it's just work that doesn't make me happy or provide what I need to put things in place to make me happy. For my current situation i'm forced to work a more demanding job that I hopefully have lined up already. It has it's pros and cons like any job like the pay for example is great but the hours are awful. Over 60 hours a week I would be working and I pray to god I don't lose my creative outlets. I'm definitely going to lose time and energy but I feel with enough drive on my end, I'll be able to balance work and passion (art/design you weirdos).

Anyway, I have to get ready for work, so pardon me while I waffles. (?)

chocolate
mother flumpin
CHIP. . . . . and ovaltine.