Filler day 4
Stupid friggin’ formatting.
This picture of an example of why you shouldn’t take pictures during a drinking contest, when you have a vendetta.
Filler Day 3
This is one of my many faces of frustration.
My hair looks great doesn’t it?
This formatting is pissing me off.
Filler day 2
A decanter that only holds a pint? A military Beret?
Are you mad David?
….Clearly.
Filler day 1
Ok, so I hate blank spaces on the callender. And I said in a previous post that I’d fill in any blanks with pictures from my past. So The 17th.
I look like a leprechaun, and I have a bottle of delicious whiskey. So goes the 17th. Maybe the 17th of every month should be Whiskey day… must write that one down.
Flying car off to Timbuktu
Oh you are going to love this one. I know I do.
A FLYLING FUCKING CAR is setting off from London to Timbuktu in Africa.
Some complete nutter decided to build himself a flying car. And it works so, naturally, he’s flying to Timbuktu to prove his point. This is a fabulous innovation and crazy people always get the best things done. I’m immediatly a big fan of this guy, because he’s a self tought engineer, and I’m trying to be a self tought carpenter. I’ve got an affinity to this dude in a big way.
The nutter element of society: those guys trying to build the space elevator, flying cars, the fellas farting about that designed atomic bombs and neuclear fusion…
Men in Sheds: Changing the world since the wife told them to stop using the kitchen table as a work bench.
January 16th – Moving Day 1
Rushing around, packing shit up. Getting together some essentials to take with me for tonight. Then I move the bulk of my stuff tomorrow. Oy… It’s gonna be a long weekend up on Long Lane.
Might be incommunicado for a while. I’ll update whenever I can.
Don’t break anything while I’m away.
Day before moving day(s)
Hello there. I’m moving tomorrow, and Saturday.
So here’s today’s stressed out packing picture. I may be offline for up to two weeks. I’ll keep taking the 365 pictures, but I may have to post them in bulk.
Wish me luck. Fuck me… I’m going to need it.
If you happen to have a few hundred dollars lying around…
Feel absolutely free to buy this for me.
No pressure or anything, just mentioning it in an off-hand sort of way.
Isn’t it just fantastic? Picture me riding around Letterkenny on that, wearing a top hat and tailcoat. Help make the world a weirder place. I’m performing a public service really.
January 14th – Dole Day
I signed on again today. This is four months now, and I’m not in the least bit happy about it.
Damn the man and his precious FILTHY money. But I need cigarettes and alcohol, so it’ll have to do. I can never get the blood of the proliteriat off the damn 20’s though. Sticky though invisible. Nobody else seems to notice, just me. A tacky surface coating, like the brilliance of humanity reduced to pennies and cents covered in chewing gum lying in the bottom of a trash can smothered in the detritus of suffocation.
Fuck it anyway. I’ll drink the man’s money. And I’ll smoke the man’s cigarettes while laughing bitterly through a cloud named Marlboro. I’ll run this money into the ground.
Fucking Dole.
Alright, I’ll hold my hands up
I missed the picture for the 13th, so what I’m going to do is post a funny, ridiculous or embarrassing picture from my past. So I’m going to show you this picture, and back date it to show up on the 13th.
Back when I had longer hair….
I’ll be sure to post today’s picture…. lest more of that be visited upon you.