Thanksgav-ing

In a weird sorta of meta-blog on a blog I posted here, please find below more pictures from this year's Thanksgiving specaturama in the foggy wonderland that was Vegas on Thursday. Also please note my cool new header for the blog I made last night. I guess that means this ridiculous Hell hole for content is, like, official now. Either that, or I was bored. More than likely that one.

Burmese

Pictures from the shuttered Golden Palm Hotel and Casino from last night's delightfully rainy day.

The British Invasion

Well, I got a gig shooting my first boxing match. Here are a couple of cool pictures I shot from the match and afterward while I was dicking around on the Strip.

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After one of the worst weekends in history, here are some pictures of these people.

Apartment Store

Well, in celebration of doing Juy Duty tomorrow, here are some photos of my recent trip around my apartment complex, now known by myself as "Murder Ridge." Hah. I would write a really painfully long blog about the levels of despair I feel about having to do both jury duty and living in the modern eqivalent of Laos, but what fun would that be to read. Fucking no fun, if you ask me. And that's why I'm not writing about it.

Check out these fine prices...

More Mother McKenzie photos from his performance at the KGPA. Update on my latest awesome apartment experience tonight!

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Watching the inevitable at the Nevada GOP party on election day.

U.S. Representative Jon Porter shunning off the news cameras after his loss.


Mother McKenzie at the KGPA

I am dumb...

Because I forgot to my pay power bill, and I came home to an apartment with no power. Now normally that would be mean I'm a fiscally irresponsible heathen (I am.) but the reality is, I really hate checking my mail. So when I did, I noticed a bill from the power company. Now little ole' me figure "Oh!, they need money, must pay." But the world of whatever the hell I do when I'm not working (Wait, there are times when I'm not working?) caught up and I spaced it. Until I got home today to a noticeably darker apartment apartment outside of my black effigies of Cookie Monster impaling Elmo that not only plaster my walls, but also suck light into the abyss. Open up my mail, yet again and find out that the bill was due four days ago. Whoops. Anyways, the bill is paid, but the world of e-commerce clearly does not including same day power service, so here I am, sitting in Tea Planet thinking of things to do to delay the inevitable sitting in a dark apartment doing nothing. Yeah, I guess I am pretty dumb. But think og it this way, if it wasn't for not having power, I wouldn't have learned this valuable lesson:

Always check your fucking mail.

Change we need? No, change we NEEED!!!

TØTALITÅR!!!!

More photos from last night of Spain's fucking awesome Cop on Fire. I'm usually not a fan of scandi-style punk, but these guys fucking brought it.

And on the other end of the spectrum...

The Fucking Party may be one of the best bands in Vegas.

My head hurts

Thanks to this guy. About five second later, a misinterpreted "Hey dude, just be cool." turned into the guy looking into the doorway, pummeling me in the head about two dozen times while I grasped my camera desperately trying to not drop it. After it was over, he and I talked and everything was cool, but my head still fucking hurts and if I die in my sleep tonight thanks to brain swelling, I'm so going to fucking haunt this dude. But artistically, there's something about the raw emotion in this picture, not to mention the fact that about five second later I was trying to block a series of blows to the head, that really speaks to me. I'm really glad I shot this in black and white and not in color and that Gin is a great painkiller.

FUCK!

Well, thanks to a nice little fuck-up on my part, I nearly lost every single fucking mp3 and file involving anything having to do with Meat Over Moscow, my eclectic photo collection and my exhaustive collections of, well, everything. So the MOM stuff will have to wait. Until then, enjoy a sad Darth Vader.

-A

5 p.m. to 9 p.m. naps are the worst....

Because at 3 a.m., you're still not fucking tired. So instead I went through some old CD Roms I have lying around from my younger days. Enjoy the images!