The Face & The Incident

Just in case any of you suckers miss this fugly mug of mine, here's a video of an embarrassing and pointless conversation I had just tonight.

Enjoy.


The Incident

- David

Erroneous!

Trent > Jesus, Santa Clause, & The Boogie Man

Go read why Trent Reznor is better than all your moms' goodies (both from the oven and her over-sized underpants) and twelve of your favorite holidays put together.

He is just the man. This interview is fantastic and illustrates just why I respect teh Reznors.

Read!

- David

Tattoo Votey Fun Time!

Another tattoo is indeed immanent, and I've wanted a Buddha forever. Sinfest has started to feature him regularly and I'm heavily leaning that way, but this Chinese guy's version was going to be the pick years ago.

Vote, dear readers, in the comment section and let me know which you like best. For placement I have a few spots in mind (hip bone, where crack needles go, large finger section, etc) and if you have ideas on that too, let me know.

I'm interested in seeing what you guys say. The top two are my favorites:


Lookin' all pretty and compassiony.


Bein' all adorable and simple.

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Keepin' it casual.


Playin' all humble and bashful.


Sittin' all sweet and girly.


Floatin' calm and quiet.


Contemplatin' nature and such.


Vote vote vote!

- David

Bandit Queen

pugwalk.jpg, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

I'm in Portsmouth, as you may have noticed. I was going to wait to post until I had Apartment Pictures, but unpacking has stalled at 90% complete. My walls have just only be de-virginized a few hours ago. Two movie posters and a shadow box, if you're interested.

The last 10% is mostly clothes, a box of cables and other miscellany, and media. I had to chuck Cinder Shelf in the bin. No room.

Let me tell you briefly about the move.

First, I underestimated the amount of crap I own. Even chucking two out of every three possessions I came across (and that is probably a conservative guesstimation) the 5' x 8' U-Haul trailer and back of the truck were not enough. I had to ship five heavy boxes containing clothes, pots & pans, and a gallimaufry of kitchen items via UPS Ground at around fifty bucks a pop. Which arrived at my new doorstop a week later, piled up in the hall.

Every nook and tiny cranny of the trailer was filled. All furniture was broken down into levels approaching the sub-atomic. Items were shoved, coaxed, Tetrised into placed as the days rushed on. My bike, unable to be sold in time, was lashed onto the silver-tarped bulge in the back of my truck with looping rope and desperation. It was the last thing I packed.

The drive took forty-six hours of movement. Twenty hours in we arrived in Arkansas after crossing the tops of New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma through mist and rain and hill after momentum-sucking hill. I slept through basically all of Te-has and most of Oklahoma. I was too tired to sleep and nervous about having The Kasey drive my truck with a trailer through unknown territory, but foresight led to sleeping pills led to sleep.

A night of meeting accented relatives in a tilting house and a morning of chocolate gravy rested us up and we were off again. Tennessee, North Carolina, and the non-coastal parts of Virginia passed by in the dark during the audio version of Diamond Age and other iPod expulsions. We arrived at about 9:30 in the morning and napped at Kasey's old apartment, sleeping in the tiny twin bed for four hours or so before checking into the apartment and unloading the trailer and tarp.

Five people and the reserved freight elevator made short work of the U-Haul. We moved quickly as the trailer had to be back that day, and even so it was turned in two hours and twenty-seven dollars late. The rest of the truck came in the following days. Some boxes are empty and broken down, others filled with crumpled news paper. About four still have all my clothes in them and are resting in the closet. I'm still gliding on the momentum of my suitcase and the new jeans I just bought.

I can't take enough pictures to properly display the immersive beauty of this place. Walking the dogs is a real pleasure; I do it twice a day for at least thirty minutes a session. My building is crowded onto the edge of the water by historic Olde Towne Portsmouth with three hundred year old houses and neighborhoods. People nod to you as you walk by. And the green is everywhere.

I'm going to post more later. It's 4:00 AM and i need to go to bed. A big day of still not being employed tomorrow, gotta get my rest.

- David

Look Ma! I'm On TV! - Now With Sound!

I dunno why the sound isn't working. Full-sized video right here.

Woo!

- David

Fire un Fuego!

Fire! At the twenty-second floor! We're down under the awning of a gift shop ten paces from my building.

There are like six fire trucks and one elevator is full of water.

I got interviewed by the news! I said 'pain in the ass' though so I dunno if they'll use it.

-Davidtext

Taking the ferry across the way to Waterside.

I have Internets! Just today. Stupid Cox. SpeakEasy couldn't transfer without going to over a hundred a month. To hell with that.

- Davidtext

13th Kasey

I just wanted to get this full sized. I might try and get a real pic like this latah.

- Davidtext

Woo

Something like 46 hours of driving later, I'm here. I have a knot in my shoulder, solid and defined like a new bone. I look and feel like hammered shit. Between the brief moments of excitement I'm figuring out mechanical problems. brc

-Davidtext

No Sleep Till Portsmouth

Half-way across the country, stopping for burritos and gas.

Be in VA after a few more states and no sleep.

- Davidtext

New Pict0rs

titties.jpg, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

And this one is the funniest. Check the rest out!

- David

Aaaaand We're Back

We had an interruption of service there for a bit, but we're good now. I was hosting free with GoDaddy through my employee account, but as that employment has ended, so hath my free service. So now I'm an official paying customer of the GD.

I figured this was a good time to move to my new domain, AbsentMindfully.com. When I get a comic up and going, this will be the domain I'll use. BuddhaDave.com will forward here, but I figured I'd explain it while I was here.

Okay, talk to y'all later.

- David

Metric Ass-ton

Good lawd, I did a metric fuck-ton today. I had the kind of day where if someone else just did what I did I'd feel guilty that I was proud of going to Starbucks and the bagel shop in one run before Noon.

I layed down on my bedless bedroom floor and tried to sleep around 2:00am, but sleep didn't come quickly. Probably because of the canned ice coffee in my stomach and all the things that needed to be done in my head.

After finally getting to sleep my phone woke me up at 7:00 so I could drop the kids off at their other home before Eight. AKA bring the pugs to Scott & Jori's before ol' Scotch went to work. I've been trying to be a better dad/packleader lately, so I walked them for twenty minutes before packing them into the truck. I really just want them to behave and have a frictionless relationship with me. Walk next to me, don't bother the cats, stay out of the garbage, etc. One out of three ain't bad, right? I think I just need to be patient. Fuckers.

Getting home I cleaned out the trash in my truck, cooked up some coffee and toast (had about two bites), checked on my broken website, and packed up some more. I must have went up and down both flights of my stairs a hundred times. I don't even think I'm exaggerating.

The amount of crap I thew away is disgusting. As an example, I had two of the same-sized boxes in my bathroom (which, incidentally, was the quickest and easist room). One box for Keep, the other for Throw. The Keep box is about... three inches full. The Throw box was overflowing. This was my day. Hours and hours of moving from room to room and keeping about a fourth of the things I found there.

The K and I did run around the day before and sold the things people wanted to buy and donated the rest. The snooty/trendy Buffalo Exchange only took four or five things out of the overflowing box I dropped off with them, but they did give me $21. The large used media store took about half the weight out of the extremely heavy box I brought them. $17. Sadly my old comics weren't old enough for the local comic shop, but I did donate my Wolverine binder to a girl who became smitten with it. All else went straight to Good Will.

Scott & Jori came over to help me move stuff, and Scott almost dropped my TV. Pansy. He did, however, break one of the cinder blocks holding up the trailer. tsk tsk It's coming out of his paycheck. Jori filmed the whole ordeal, making jokes about my sexual orientation and nay-saying all the way. Hopefully I can get a hold of it, I'll put it on my blog.

Okay, I'm gonna take off. This thing is too long.
That's what she said!

- David

Project Daveway

I'm in a weird mood today. I think it's just tiredness. I can't get on the Internet yet, so here I am.

My apartment is mostly empty, save for boxes and cats. The pugs are at their other home. We'll be heading east soon, I can't wait. Give me green and cold.

In other news, Project Runway is awesome. Santino for the win. I'm getting car sick, peace.

- Davidtext