2 new models

Xavier and David #1
I went down to the beach in our little seaside resort town as I do almost every day. Some days I go early, some days not until evening. I’m always looking for subjects to paint. Even as a child I had a talent for painting, and I live in this place because it’s so pretty and full of beautiful scenes to paint.
I’m good at landscape scenery, but what I really like most is portraiture. I’m drawn to the beach scene because you can see more of the person you might like to paint.
Last weekend I met two boys I hadn’t seen before, David and Xavier. They were interested in my camera and let me take their picture. I had my new Nikon D3. Their fascination bordered on awe. They treated it like a magical, mysterious thing from another planet or something. I hadn’t thought there are people walking around who’ve never seen a camera. The shorter of the two, Xavier, seemed to think the magic box captured not just his likeness but a living part of him that now lived inside the device. I had to explain how it works at least twice. I let them hold it and the solidity seemed to reassure them.
I had first noticed David, the taller of the two, but later when I looked at the pictures I thought Xavier had the more interesting face. Anyway, here’s the first painting I did of them. I’m working on another one, more of a close-up, and will post it as soon as I finish.
Peace, Patrick

Healing Your Inner Imaginary Friend

Dr Patsy
Dr William Patsy’s popular seminar to return. Come learn the importance of acting out your deepest, most disturbing impulses to liberate your true self from the “closet of shame” where your brain keeps all the really sick thoughts.
Refreshments Served

The rats are slowly taking charge

rattus norvegicus
At first I thought I got them all when I tore out the old bathtub downstairs, found their stinking disgusting mess and even saw a few of them peeking out from the soiled fiberglass insulation where they nested. They looked at me with stark animal fear, but still looked somehow like indigent old men in a tenement being demolished. In this case the landlord is the agent of the righteous — they are vile, mean, unclean, freeloaders! Terrible tenants! I show them no mercy.
It’s obvious they’re climbing up the drainpipe from the basement right into the built-in shower/tub enclosure, a crappy thing of molded acrylic from the cheapest source, a perfectly concealed vermin base camp with easy access inside every wall where there’s plumbing. They’re scritching away right underneath me while I’m taking a hot bath, only a thickness of flimsy acrylic away! Not only were the fixtures cheap, the workmanship was so bad I couldn’t wait to tear that shit out, and getting rid of the rats was just a bonus.
But they haven’t stayed gone. In spite of the excellent patch I put in the floor where the drain pipe hole was, they’ve found another way to slink in. I’m finding little stinking pellets of rat shrapnel in all the old places: under the sink, in the closet, in the soffit with the recessed lighting, above the new wash station I crafted where the old one had been. When I hear them right above my head as I brush my teeth — a sickening moment! — I declare war.
I seethe with nightly anger. They start up as soon as the house is quiet. Ive started poking holes in the sheetrock when I hear them scritching behind it, or banging on the wall and yelling at them, ordering them to leave. Such ineffectualities only make me madder and their scritching worse. It’s so bad I can’t fall asleep until I hear them begin their day as mine ends, confirming they’re still there, stoking the fear I harbor deep inside me that they are an invincible force of evil. I sleep with teeth clenched, home under siege, determination steeled but on the run.

Medicine Dispensary Update 5.25

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OMG Kush, $55 strong, kick ass tones of skunk, turpentine, and cheese. Big head.
Blueberry, $50 dense buds, hella sweet taste, fat head, total indica body slump, super foggy and thick.
Hindu Skunk, $45 intense stink, sticky, dank, strong notes of solvent, cheese, and feet, easy nirvana.
Purple Urkle, $45 neurosurgery via burning plant nectar, some recovery time to be expected.
Jack The Ripper, $45 simply put: killer. Bitch slaps your will into outer space.
KushPuss, $50 smells like god’s pussy, taste like jesus that was a HUGE load hold on back ina minu

We Send Old Bikes To Needy Countries

What They Do With Them, Who Knows

Still Moving

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a video by ed rachles

Ford Harnesses New Technology

To Pull Company Out Of The Red

Removing Tobacco Stains from Your Truss Belt

Tobacco stains can easily be removed from a leather pelvic truss belt. Just soak the belt in naphtha, then extend it on blotting paper and place a length of four-inch molybdenum (or any metal) bar stock across it. As you pull one end of the belt, dissolved nicotine will soak into the paper.
Thanks to: Molybdenum Mftrs. Assoc

Is Swine Flu Spread By Gay Swine?

No, It’s Not