Monday, December 21, 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sat. Nite Duets

7 friends and I made a record together this summer:
Sat. Nite Duets

photos by Sugar Todd!


Sunday, October 25, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

I'll Sleep When I'm Deaf

Some closed captioning I saw on TV last night:


Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Today's Special:
Iceberg lettuce for the soul

Sunday, October 11, 2009


It's Okay!
He Saw It On The Television:

Friday, October 9, 2009

Feeling Lunar

this is my favorite picture of us

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009


dorm room sessions

totally LIVE, 100% DAD

this is the stuff that i played in the summer

Trail Magic - Live Dad

get sloppy

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Doggie Dunnit

Lorain County Dog Summit '09

Monday, September 28, 2009


License to nil

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

My Favorite Text Message!

"Interested in trucks?" --

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Abandon Ship!

May I have your attention please?

As much as it pains me to alarm you, I believe that, as passengers of the Tahitian Princess, you ought to be made aware of an unfortunate reality that has recently come to pass. Collectively speaking, we are in something of a pickle. Please don't take this the wrong way; there's little that you or I could have done to avoid this disastrous turn of events. Although it may be your gut reaction to hoist the rucksack of guilt, a more thorough analysis of the situation will surely give way to an understanding that our current predicament has not arisen due to the activities of our guests. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that our present dilemma is primarily resultant of a few major miscalculations on the part of Princess Cruises motorman Tucker Applebottom. But let's not get hung up on such technicalities; our circumstances demand action.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that an anecdotal approach to this announcement might help to disarm some of the more unsettling qualities of the message that I'm attempting to communicate.

When I was just a small boy with a taste for crabmeat and an as-of-yet unquestioned love for my homeland, my dear mother passed along a piece of advice that I will carry with me to the end of my days. She sat me down on the docks at Avarua and spoke assertively:
"Yes, mother?"
"Rest your head on my stomach and listen closely."
I obeyed, hesitantly at first. Slowly I became acquainted with a faint but palpable thumping, accented by occasional kicks and strange gurgles.
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes, mother."
"Boy, you better never forget your sweet-ass how to swim!"
I certainly haven't.

Did I forget to mention that I'm from the Cook Islands? I've actually found that I've become a bit disenchanted with the place of late. I think that that has something to do with the rats.

What's that? You want Bob to make the announcement?

Well I'm sorry. I was only trying to help.

Okay, fine.