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Beck's doin' something... covered a velvet underground & nico album in a day.

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"What am I, a mirage?"

Jimmy Conway: I'm fucking kidding with you; you fucking shoot the guy?
Henry Hill: He's dead.
Tommy DeVito: I'm a good shot, what do you want from me? I'm a good shot.
Anthony Stabile: How could you miss at this distance?
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Henry Hill: [narrating] And then there was Jimmy Two Times, who got that nickname because he said everything twice, like:
Jimmy Two Times: I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers.
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Henry Hill: [narrating] As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

Shot of the Day

Tuesday Mood

I Can't Wait to Love ya Baby

"Heh, heh, it's a clip-on."

Tommy: Richard, do I have a mark on my face? It really hurts.
Richard Hayden: Nope, nothing. I thought I hit you on the shoulder.
Tommy: My shoulder doesn't hurt very much, but my face does.
[points to huge bruised area on his face]
Tommy: Right here. Not here or here so much. Right here.
Richard Hayden: Nope. Ship shape! Waitress, can I get that shrimp cocktail I saw in the glass case?
Helen: Yep. And you, what can I get
[pauses and looks at Tommy's face]
Helen: Jesus, what happened to your face?
Tommy: I knew it!

Love Monday

Shot of the Day

Now this is what I call a healthy relationship.
crazy silly, sexy, love.

All Aboard

Yep, this is what it looks like on the way up the Pacific Coast.
I'll be sure to post about the mini business and pleasure getaway...
(it's pride week up there so it should be crazy awesome)

till then.

On the Turntable

Them's here my packin' tunes.
I'm taking the all day train ride up to San Francisco tomorrow morning.
Yippee cow-yow-yay!

Man and his Dog: deux

Scanning Kick

Meet The Taylors:
My Great Grandparents

Yeah, we were farming folk.

True Blue

Surprise, Surprise... I collect vintage photography.

While wandering around Pasadena last saturday, we stumbled upon an antique mall.
it was packed to the gills with such fine goodies.

This photo just stood out in the sea of old photos.
There's just something about his face, his aura....
Je ne sais pas ce que.

Ain't Life Grand

"She had the personality of a ZIP code in Kansas."

Dave: But movies cost millions of dollars to make.
Robert K. Bowfinger: That's after gross net deduction profit percentage deferment ten percent of the nut. Cash, every movie cost $2,184.

Morning Cartoons

A bowl of CEO (i called cereal:ceo)
Pj's and Muppet Babies. yep yep.
i miss being 5.

Tuesday Mood

well this is it.
observing the streets of Paris.

This Very Moment:

Devendra Banhart is spinning.
Drinking a glass of my favorite wine: Casillero del Diablo
and taking a few puffs off my new *awesome* birthday gift:

Oh hi, girl from juno...

I'll take that Bike, please.

Oh and the dress and shoes.

thanks.

Fate?

I'm completely drawn to the old man on the right.
He's lounging on the dock in such a relaxed and casual manner (extended legs)
witnessing the Titanic's departure.
Was he envious?
Was he supposed to be on that very ship?
yet another photo that allows my imagination to run wild.

Shot of the Day

"Hey, you guys!"

Chunk: Listen, okay? You guys'll never believe me. There was two cop cars, okay? And they were chasing this four-wheel deal, this real neat ORV, and there were bullets flying all over the place. It was the most amazing thing I ever saw!
Mikey: More amazing than the time Michael Jackson come over to your house to use the bathroom.
Brandon Walsh: More amazing than the time you saved those old people from that nursing home fire, right?
Mouth: Yeah, and I bet it was even more amazing than the time you ate your weight in Godfather's pizza, right?
Chunk: Okay, Brand. Michael Jackson didn't come over to my house to use the bathroom. But his sister did.

Heavy Repeat

Love Monday

It Was Sunday:

The 21st, my 22nd Birthday.
Summer Solstice treated us VeRy well;
some pictures of our mountain adventures:
love you, boys.

My brother and I soaking up the view

Me really soaking up the view

Mr. Ian

we couldn't help but literally run out of the car to explore.

it was the perfect day.

Trust

Animals, man....
love. love.

Dr. Feelgood

Play it loud.

" oh, he's dr. feelgood in the morning."

she's so damn good.

G'day

Hope you have a swell friday, folks.

ciao for now.

Sensitive Artist

Japanese-French Artist
Tsuguharu Foujita 1886-1968

Man oh man...
i can only imagine sitting with this cat at a cafe in Paris during the 20's.
Shit.
what a great looking character.

"Atticus!"

Older Scout: [narrating] Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy... and no money to buy it with. Although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself... That summer, I was six years old.

Hands Down

Soak it Up.

I Need Some Wood (s)

summers:
gallivanting about, dodging branches, finding creeks, climbing trees.

i'll take to lounging under a shady Oak;
to read, write, and drink some fine wine.

Thursday Mood

Insomnia

I've been suffering from restless brain syndrome.
while tossing and turning in bed this song was spinning away in my head.

Date

First Date?
Yes.