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Metal Delivery

So, um, remember like a month and a half ago when I was gonna send a bunch of you Guns ‘N’ Roses CDs?
The future is now, my friends! Except I think I might’ve missed someone, because when I was going through them this morning I found two addressed to the same person. So if you [...]

Remember the Casa

Here, at sorta long last, is our photographic journey into the weird, moldy heart of Casa Bonita, one of Tulsa’s strangest restaurants and a childhood icon of pretty much everyone who grew up in this town.
I remember it being about the most exciting place I could think of to go eat, made much more so [...]

Dumb Jobs I Have Had, Vol. 2

2. Bakery Bitch.
My very second job ever was at a small, kick-ass, currently defunct bakery/cafe that used to be a few blocks from where Erin and I live now. As was the case with the mall puppeteering gig, I got the job because I knew somebody. Or was related to somebody. My sister, is who [...]

“Natural Color.”

God strike me down for saying this, but man, is my fucking lifestyle ever busy these days. Here’s a picture of something fucked-up.

Trucker cap

This is not actually a photographic record of animal abuse. More so than any picture of a cat wearing clothing is a photographic record of animal abuse, anyway.

Dumb Jobs I Have Had: Vol. 1

also known as “All the Jobs I Have Had, Almost.”
1. Mall Puppeteer.
My very first job ever. I got this job the way almost everybody gets every job they ever get: I knew somebody. In this case I knew my friend Justin, who knew his sister Mary, who worked at the puppet theater at the Tulsa [...]

Tiny Justice

Here, an extremely tight close-up on a wee triumverate unlike any other.

Big fat kitty

Big Fat Kitty

Originally uploaded by briantologist.

During our recent trip to scenic Norman, the jewel of our crappy state, we met many new kitties. This was one of them. He is, it’s worth repeating, really big and fat.

“Disturbing Times.”

Click the pic for a disturbing photographic journey into Russell Stover’s coal-black heart.

(Cough. Cough.)

Christ, somebody here feels like cream-chipped ass on toast. Here’s a little free advice: Just because there’s a little bit of liquor left at the bottom of the bottle DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO DRINK IT.
I share this knowledge because I care.

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