Ladies & Robots

An enticing pair. With it's dark armor, hard, clean lines... who doesn't want to snuggle up to a metal beast? Well.. at least for a little while. But I do wonder if they made all the right parts for Mr. Metal? LOL! Wouldn't I want to know...

via Dark Roasted Blend

Sky Gellatly

I wouldn't say I'm an avid blogger.. or follower of any blog, per se. But.. I happened upon this blog by a man called: Sky Gellatly. He majored in English Literature at Hamilton College, which is pretty evident in his work. After reading one of his latest posts, I had to share and reblog immediately for more eyes to see. It makes you want to do get up and do something.. and not many things can do that. Take a look...
reblogged from Sky Gellatly

REAL TALK: Eagle versus the Fox

Even the menacing golden eagles of Kazakhstan can be tamed. And they are used as weapons.

Not all birds float in flocks. Some birds can kill a fox. A heightened perspective can in fact defeat even the most mighty of the cunning who are always looking sideways–to cover their tracks.

I often spin myself into a succession of sharp whirlwinds (read: the bags under my eyes). I have to remind myself that even the Bermuda Triangle is a finite vacum. You can only ingest and internalize so much before you rupture.

Every once in a while you just have to say “No.” The ability to reject is the ability to protect.

Sometimes I wonder why people get tattoos on their necks. On the one hand, I think “well, you’re gonna regret that when you get older.” The other part of me thinks “when I’m older, maybe a neck tattoo would remind me that I was young–while I was still young.”

Cuts are only skin deep. Scars are forever.

When you decide to give openly, don’t be surprised when, one day, something you held close might just be gone–not borrowed.

Because I don’t tread carelessly, I reserve the right to be very picky.

Playing hard to get doesn’t mean that you won’t get got.

When you loan friends money, give with the expectation of never getting it back. It’s about being able to help; it’s not about getting back your “paper.”

No matter the amount of time that passes, time can’t heal the actual action that creates hurt. It can only render our senses complacent; perhaps it increases our ability to rationalize that which was–into that what we wished it was. Or maybe into that which it could have been.

History is spontaneity rendered into a linear line of truth. Reformists posit their stance thereafter.

Don’t be “too aggressive at the start.”Don’t fall victim to “too little, too late.” Rock right in the happy pocket in the middle. To date: this medium is the forever impossible.

As a zero sum dialectic kind of end: you either build or you destroy. The middle ground is just us deciding to use nails either as tools that effect adherence, or as sharp daggers to draw blood.

Maybe it’s not that deep.

My light burns bright, check your photometer.

Le

Scales

Check out this new band that's taking San Diego by storm! Currently on their first "San Diego" tour, Scales consists of band members: Brett (vox/bass) Jason (vox/guitar) and John (drums.) Their website is under construction but you can listen to some of their stuff at www.myspace.com/wearescales. Poster was done c/o kitkatdee!

Take me to la-la-land!

Great graphic design..

via La La Land Posters

Bed(ass) Island!

I went to a party last night, as you can tell by my previous post. We got there a bit early to take advantage of their hosted bar. The MAIN reason why I was going was because Christmas Island was playing. This band is rad. I don't use the word: rad too often.. but that pretty much sums them up. It is a 3-piece band, with Brian on vox/guitar, Craig on bass/synth and the oh-so-lovely Lucy on the drums. Want to know some added radness? Lucy and Brian are in love.. and have been for some time even before Christmas Island ever existed. Check out this song: "Bed Island". You will dig it. Such a dang sweet love song! Ahhhhh!

"Honey, it's all in our minds/ In the middle of a carpet sea/ When the sun no longer shines."

Party People Represent!

Free PBR's and Hornitos! Woooooot! Dance party time!!!

Das Weisse Band

Eerily and hauntingly executed, this film will leave you wanting more. The cinematography blew me away.. wanting me to take home every 

shot and frame them as pictures in my house. Michael Haneke is a 

disturbed genius, and I like it.