DR. PHAT and TIGERMAN WHOA

Oh to be young and in Lynn! Oh to be phat and to gender rolls!

It occurs to me that this beautiful video may be a pre-figuration of the currentTigerman Whoa aesthetic;

I love these boiz. Check out their bandcamp and thank you for flushing!

http://tigermanmusic.bandcamp.com/

haircut videos!; the prologue

Before I started using my computer to webcam video-tape people cutting my hair (for the most part without their knowledge) I had a lot of big ideas...









and a lot more hair... and jon's boots...



Some more haircuts exist out there on other video formats. I kinda like having the one viewpoint but I think these are interesting too. The problem is a lot of the ones that exist like this are in the hands of others. If you are one of the others reading this, send me that vid yo!

Hoppy Halloweeeeeeen!!

Everyone I have shown this photo has responded exclusively to how great JZ looks in a wig, except for my mother who added and you look like whos-that-girl, ANNIE      *side caption- (I was going for black albino)

First off, I decided that next year I'm going to be a rabbit for Hullow's eve so that I can go around flapping my paws and saying "Hoppy Halloween!" John the Fein-bot is supposed to remind me, so remember that JOHN if you're reading this.

damn she do look good tho

So last night on real Halloween we went to Lynn to go to Salem to see the dead witch ghosts and drink Hennessy at The Passage Lounge Middle-eastern bar. 

John the Fein-bot as bear-bot

John the bear-bot attacks the KaZ-bot

I decided my costume was an "allston zombie" and then I realized I was in Salem and no one cared and also that a man I thought was COMING OUT to me for the duration of our entire conversation was in fact, not coming out to me... And then I was back in Lynn thinking "we need to take some group shots" and also "i have an iphone" so i put it on a lamp shade and took the following "group shots":

So you can kinda see how well that went. "Group shot" is evidently a synonym for "solo shoot of the chandelier-lamp". I swear we looked good and halloweeny and we went out. We got it done. HALLOWEEN. CELEBRATED.

And then I woke up covered in sticky temporary tattoos with fake blood dried onto my face which- word to the wise- has the unsettling consistency and feeling of crumbs in the morning and none of the nutritional value. 10 minutes to 11:00 I rolled up at my granma's:

                                 

 I said "Do I look scary!?!?!"

And she said "What? Who's Gary?"