One day last summer......

I met these two, slightly beyond the point of being slightly drunk struggling young artists, in the cellar of my house, where they, unbeknownst to me had set up a Art installation, living here, in this street, my life took an unexpected upswing for the better, not there yet, but thanks for the help guys.

This comes under: "Projectile-diarrhoea"

I think I'll upload it to the Buzznet, post it under that Tag and See how many views I get.

Again: "The Cellar" , having the Tshirt made as I blog, I love the web. this will make the greatest "WTF!" Tshirt ever.

For those who need a clue: "STOP....Hammertime" & Realy weird pants.

This happens more often than micky impersonators would like to admit, and as a man I share the pain of this guy who's nuts will shortly make contact with the foot of a 4 year old sugar addict, but you gotta admit that there is something very, very funny about a guy in a mouse suite getting his gonads kicked in.

From the WTF thread over at the Cellar

Shot from the "Smoke 'm if you got em, steal 'm if you don't" section of the station.

Judy, (yes, there will be more from her on this blog) from a publicity shoot for her new book, sadly she keeps on choosing the more "dramatic" shots over the sensual ones I made for her in doing publicity for her book.

My last appartment.

Wake up at 0545 AM.
Make the coffee.
Drink the coffee.
Go out at 0620 AM.
Distinctly notice that the status quo is still valid and that your front door is still the same heavily weathered shade of light blue that it has always been.
Pretend to work for 8 hours straight.
Drink lots more coffee and spend quality time in the smoking area of the station.
Come home at 1515 PM.
Can't help but notice that your front door is now white and has a figure resembling a Mandelbrot calculation in green painted on it.
Shrug shoulders, and accept it as one of those little cool things that tend to happen when you are living in "Anti squat" housing in Rotterdam city.

Publicity shot for my next show.