YES YES YES YES YES

Joy unto mankind, truly Chrissmass hath cometh early.

Incidentally I have a song called Horrorcaust in my In Progress folder.

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, December 11th, 2012

These are from Mila’s Daydreams, a site wherein a lady posts photots of what her daughter might be dreaming about. With her sleeping daughter in them.

“I used to introduce myself as a copywriter & concept designer in advertising, but that’s not that relevant anymore,” says the site’s creator. “Right now I am a mother and a housewife, and loving it! This blog is my maternity leave hobby. While my baby is taking her nap, I create scene around her and take quick snap photos. I use only few minutes per picture, including creating idea, implementation and editing, ’cause I don’t want to disturb her sleeping and most of my time is for my family. My camera is small and inexpensive Canon IXUS 750.”

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

LISTEN: Sway – Blow The Whistle

Sway does his “How To Rob” UK thing on this new drop. Some gems in here, as one has learned to expect. LP3 is on the way….

— By Akira The Don on Monday, June 14th, 2010

Well, yes. That’s the truth right there. Why am I bothering again?

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

Youtube is absolutely swarming with videos purporting to show people on telly in the midst of morphing between their reptilian and human appearances. This one’s awesome. Mainly due to the hissing she does at 1:36 (rewind repeatedly for full effect) and the creepy reptilian head nod/wide eye stare she does a few seconds later, where she looks JUST LIKE one of those evil bat-dragon dinosaurs from Jurassic Park just before it flares it’s head-fins and spits acid ink. That and the guy pointing out they spoke more about celebrity death time clocks that day than they did Iraq. Does celebrity obsession turn people into reptiles? Burn your copies of heat, my pretties! BWARRRGH!!!!

— By Akira The Don on Thursday, March 19th, 2009

So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy.

So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out ‘I Want The One I Can’t Have’ and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don’t actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there’s a jacuzzi, but it doesn’t seem to work. There is the biggest TV you’ve ever seen, but it’s got a big black tear across the front and doesn’t tune properly. It’s a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl’s got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.

— Tuesday, July 13th, 2004