A Conversation That Did Happen w/Marcus Rubio

ME: "Marcus, what's up?"
MAR: "just thinking about how annoying racism is."
ME: "I'll say."

Erika & Payam Forever

When we heard that two people we knew were dating, my brother and I got really excited. This excited:

Breaking Up

Relationships aren't over until you listen to the Smiths.

Parents Just Dont Understand

How do parents see Jamaican flags and Bob Marley posters in their kids room and not assume their kid is smoking pot?

How do kids think their parents won't think they smoke pot if they put Jamaican flags and Bob Marley posters on the walls of their room?

Lil Wayne Promos 2 & 3

Its a good cd.

Oasis

Hey Oasis, stop telling me what to do via your album titles.

Dig Out Your Soul. Don't Believe the Truth. Fuck you.

Lil Wayne Promo #1

I made this on my own! Its awesome. The summer has truly begun!

New Computer! EXCITE!

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! IM SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm uploading a video I just made...from my room!!!! Its so bitchin!!!!! WICKED!!! I have final cut express at my house. It rules.

I will post it here as soon as I can. Its about a not too surprising subject matter.

Bland Conversation Deja Vu

Lately I've been getting deja vu about bland conversations I've had with girls on terrible dates. Only I can't remember who the bland conversation was with. I'll be driving past a Pizza Hut KFC hybrid, and I'll remember talking to some girl about these fast food hybrid restaurants, and remember how uninterested she was in the subject, but for the life of me I cannot remember who the particular uninterested girl was. Which then leads to me think, "was I dreaming this bad date?" Which then lead me to me think, "why am I dreaming about having boring dates?"

San Francisco/Liz Phair/Ice Cream/Lil Wayne

Why is San Francisco a great city?

Because thrice, thrice, thrice as I walked through this fair city did a car pass me listening to Lil Wayne's "A Milli".

It was a wonderful night. First off, I went to La Taqueria, which oddly enough does not translate to "Heaven on Earth". If you are familiar with La Taqueria, you can probably see how I would get confused. I think I've picked up on the secret of San Francisco: nothing in the city is really important unless there's a McDonalds nearby. The Haight Ashbury Park, La Taqueria...and other places too I'm sure.

After La Taqueria, or "the Taqueria" as I call it, I went over to the Amoeba Music near Haight & Ashbury. It's a wonderful store. You can actually listen to a lot of cd's in their entirety on their listening stations. I got Spiritualized's Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating Through Space, an Arthur Russell album, and My Bloody Valentine's Glider EP. I listened to parts of My Morning Jacket's new album, and it actually seems really interesting. Someone asked me if I worked there; it kinda made my day. I wish I did. I wish I had a job for that matter.

The reason I went to San Francisco to begin with was to see Liz Phair. But I still had like twenty minutes to kill before the concert, so I went around the corner hoping to find a place to get an ice tea. Instead, I found one of these uber modern yogurt places, the kind that only has 2 or 3 flavors of ice cream and a million different topings, from fruit to Captain Crunch. And they always have really modern layouts and architecture. The walls are always predominately white too, with cirles and wave like patterns. This place was called Jubili, and it was actually really awesome. There are these places like this in LA called Pinkberry that people from LA are always raving about. I used to think they sounded like idiots. But after going to Jubili, I can see where someone would go apeshit over a place like this. It's really quite awesome.

I talked to one of my all time top homies Marcus Rubio too. He is doing well; he's hanging out a lot with a girl who is going to the Rhode Island School of Design. He says, "yea I guess she's pretty good at art", I'm like, "of course man! She's going to RISD! That's like the best art school in the country!!!" Apparently she is also really cool and they talk a lot and had a fun date. They did not go shoot hoops, as I suggested he do. I think this is a great idea for a date, ask a girl "hey you wanna go shoot hoops?" I have yet to try it out, but I think it will work especially well for an un-athletic guy like me. Hilarity is bound to ensue, and I could see it turning romantic. Anyway, she made him a really cool shirt. Marcus also went to Austin today with his good friend Kaitlin. They saw Islands do an instore at Waterloo, which I think is the best record store ever, though SF Amoeba is close.

Then I went and saw Liz Phair perform Exile in Guyville in its entirety. I thought she was going to be performing it alone acoustic, but she had a band. I think this was a great idea. It was seriously amazing. I think I was the only person in there who has ever bought something from an American Apparel; everyone else seemed like a married couple. People around me were talking about their business getting four million dollars donated to them. Liz Phair did say at one point, "I gotta ask: did everyone here buy this record back in the day?" I was the only one who didn't scream yes, because I was 4 "back in the day" she was referring to. "6'1" was amazing, as was "Help Me Mary", "Divorce Song" was amazing too, and "mesmerizing", and especially "fuck and run". She is really great live, she has good banter. For an encore, she came out and said "I literally did not practice anything. But this is good, I used to fear performing live, and I thought the best thing that could happen was something awful would happen outside like a fire or something, and we'd be forced to stay inside, and I would be like 'i guess I could play some more songs or something'". It was great. These two hippie guys next to me apparently did not know she would be performing Exile in Guyville, and thought half of the songs were off of her last album. They also used phrases like "she's got it goin ON!" and "daaaaaaaaaaaamn!"

On the way out I got stuck standing next to a really smelly gay guy.

All and all it was a really fun night. I need to hang out with myself more often.

Desert Island iPod

I was thinking about what my desert island albums would be. But then I started thinking, as I think many who have started thinking about what albums they would bring to a desert island, it might be incredibly inpractical. Again, I'm sure everyone has thought of this, but the more you think about it, the less sense it makes to take ten albums with you on a plane or a boat or by whatever means of transportation.

1. What if there's no CD/record player on the island?
2. What if you only bring CD's but you find a turntable on the island?
2b. What if you can only find a casette player?
3. What if you can find a CD/record/cassete player but can't find an electrical outlet to plug it in to?
4. What if you're too busy hunting boars and escaping from the Others to listen to music?

Then it hit me: a Desert Island iPod. It would be a really expensive iPod with a battery that could last three years, even if you had it on 24/7. You wouldn't need an electrical outlet, and could listen to it while you hunt animals or run from scary black smoke monsters.

The only problem with the Desert Island iPod would be that, due to the massive battery and energy cost, the Desert Island iPod would only have room for ten albums.

Summer

I know it's summer when I see my friends from school driving, but I don't wave because they look to stoned too recognize me.

Little America

Things I want to do in film school:
1) kung fu film in the style of Buster Keaton
2) something with puppets
3) something called Little America

Hoes Up in Tha Carter!

I just found out that there's a song on Tha Carter called "Hoes". How cool is that?

It is official Lil Wayne day here at Dolphin Habitat.

Famous People I Think I Could Hang Out With 2

I think Lil Wayne could have a lot of fun together. After buying Tha Carter III, today went from being pretty rough to super awesome. Wayne (I'll probably call him Wayne, since we're probably going to be really, really, really close friends) has a very inventive and original lyrical style. He's very funny too; I get along well with funny people.

However, Wayne is a rapper. Rapper's are expected to be tough and hard egged. I like to think that I am very warm, friendly and open with my emotions. I think Wayne will welcome this kind of person in his life. I will not think less of Wayne when he admits to me some of his inner secrets; I will accept him for who he is. I bet I can get Wayne to open up within two playdates; I'll know Wayne better than some of his tightest roadies and homies. I might even get him to quit salvation through drugs and convince him to reconnect with his birth father.

Yes, I do believe that me and Wayne could become BF4E.

Emily

Isn't this a great song? I sing it a lot when I'm alone.

Lil Wayne the James Joyce of Hip Hop

Is Lil Wayne the James Joyce of Hip-Hop?

If so, Tha Carter 3 is his Ulysses.

And if that is so, Jay Z is Lil Wayne's Homer, thus making the Blueprint his the Odyssey.

Don't tell anyone though. I don't quite know. I'm not quite sure, and I don't want to be exposed for the Hip Hop Philistine I really am.

Negotiating With Terrorists

Should you really never negotiate with Terrorists? It seems to me that there could be some pretty legitimate extenuating circumstances.

SITUATIONS I THINK MERIT NEGOTIATION:
1. You're buying a used car from a Terrorist. That seems like a perfectly reasonable time to negotiate. Is a Terrorist really going to kill six hostages because you want to pay 1000 dollars less than the Blue Book value?

2. You're at a restaurant with your wife, and you're facing the window, and there's a terrible glare off of someone's car window, and you notice a Terrorist has sunglasses on. Why not? He has sunglasses on. Maybe it depends on how friendly he looks, but it still seems like it's worth a shot.

3. You run an independent hardware store that's having trouble competing with the likes of Home Depot.

Top 10 Sickest Basslines of 2008 (So Far, but Probably Overall Nonetheless)

1. "Time Will" by Hercules and Love Affair
2. "Hercules Theme" by Hercules and Love Affair
3. "You Belong" by Hercules and Love Affair
4. "Athene" by Hercules and Love Affair
5. "Blind" by Hercules and Love Affair
6. "Iris" by Hercules and Love Affair
7. "Easy" by Hercules and Love Affair
8. "This Is My Love" by Hercules and Love Affair
9. "Raise Me Up" by Hercules and Love Affair
10. "True/False, Fake/Real" by Hercules and Love Affair

Coincidentally this is also the track list to Hercules and Love Affair's debut album. Note that the songs are ranked in in chronological order, not by Sickness.

Some might argue that 4 of these songs do not have a Bassline, to which I say to you two things:
1) Those 6 other songs that have enough awesomeness to fill up a Top 30 list of Sick-Ass Basslines
2) Who do you think you are?

the Glittery Dildo Stories

You should read them!

Interested in Fashion?

I just saw a perfect advertisement.

It said, "interested in fashion?" That's it. Well, that's all that I remember. And there lies the beauty of it. It doesn't waste your time. It cuts to the point. It doesn't trick you with some frilly, clever slogan. You either are or you aren't. It did not waste much of my time. I did not have to think very hard about it. I am not interested in fashion, and thus, I did not click on it. If I were, I would have.

What I like about it was how succinct it was. It said everything it needed to in three words. It raised a question that the reader can easily answer. That's very rare these days. Ever since "Got Milk" came out, it's like there's this onslaught of ads that make you think. I don't know if I got milk at home; I think I do, but I don't really know. I have to think about how important milk is in my life. Not so is the

But yea, I'm almost positive "Interested in Fashion?" was made by a design company or school. Sure, I support fashion, but I don't think I really want to be a part of it. I don't think it would satisfy me.

Which is not to say anything bad about people who want to be fashion designers. I think that's wonderful. My friend Naveed does, and I think that's really cool. People gotta do what they love.

However, sometimes I wonder if "People gotta do what they love" is such good advice. Sure, it has inspired a lot of artists, actors and astronauts to follow their dreams; but seriously, what about child molestors? They love small children. Saying "People gotta do what they love" is pretty vague; a child molestor could interpret that as, "make love to children". And you know, he could use that as a defense in a court of law. Because the thing about advice or catch phrases or slogans or mottos or whatever you would classify "People gotta do what they love" as, they don't come with specific clauses or anything, you know? There's no asstoric at the end that says, 'does not apply to: child molestation, arson, murder, gang rape...'

But yea, that's what's great about "Interested in Fashion?" It requires no thought.

Pens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3VlhD4nGHM

I made this!

Funny T-Shirt Report

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3VlhD4nGHM

I had the chance to sit down and talk with my mom. An interview ensued.

The Glittery Dildo Stories: Kyle and Sheryl

So this is what I've been doing for a while!

This is what I turned in and read outloud to my English class. It went really well, and I'm really happy about it. I got some really flattering compliments, and it just feels good to have finally written a short story. I'll post the second one later.


A glittery vagina can mean different things to different people.
******
Kyle had been in Australia for six months on business. His wife stayed at their home in Oakland the entire time. While many men when away from their wives for as long as six months might contemplate infidelity-and many of these many men actually do cheat on their wives-Kyle never even thought of cheating.
Granted, Kyle was still capable of recognizing attractive features in other women, but none could even compare to his wife Sheryl. In Sheryl he had found the perfect woman: nice and kind, tits and ass. Her body made his co-workers jealous and her personality made his parents glow. And while she may have been less fit mentally than every other woman he had dated, she possessed none of the complications so common among the smart women Kyle had dated and grown to despise being with. Besides, Kyle had enough extra IQ points to pass onto their children. Ultimately the two’s intelligence would average out to a decently intelligent kid or two. It was mostly nurture that influenced a child’s intelligence anyway, Kyle reasoned.
Kyle met Sheryl in college. He was instantly attracted to her and instantly convinced she was out of his league. But he continued talking to her whenever their paths would cross throughout the year. He was always struck by how sweet she was, especially for someone so beautiful. She could have easily been a bitch and never gotten any flack for it.
For the first half of his sophomore year, Kyle was romantically entangled with a girl named Susan. She was the kind of person who listened to Neutral Milk Hotel and Dinosaur Jr. not because she enjoyed them, but because she thought listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and Dinosaur Jr. might make her seem interesting, because most people who listen to Neutral Milk Hotel and Dinosaur Jr. are considered interesting. It worked. It was a relationship filled with unnecessary complications and general misery. Susan would insist she was in love with Kyle and then always back out on dates. She was always going out of town for Lacrosse tournaments or something. One day on a whim when Susan was “going to a tournament in Palo Alto”, Kyle ran into Sheryl at a Laundromat. He asked if she wanted to go out. She did and they did. And like that they were together. She never led him along. She was always honest and open. He always knew where he stood with her.
If there was a flaw in their relationship, it was sexual. Throughout his life, sex had been somewhat absent to Kyle. Two years without physical contact was not unusual. Sheryl, on the other hand, had somewhat of a slut reputation throughout high school. Kyle was used to being ignored before even having sex with a girl; Sheryl was used to being ignored after having sex with a guy. Kyle was under-experienced and Sheryl was over-experienced. He knew she was mostly happy with their relationship, but Kyle always suspected he was never quite pleasing her. She would say “you’re doing great” and “don’t stop”, but it felt like she was just nicely saying “keep trying” and “I’m a little bored”. ******
Sheryl had six hours before her husband came home from a six month long business trip and learned that his wife’s vagina was covered in glitter. She intended to use every minute of those six hours in the bath, washing off every last spec of glitter.
After her husband had been in Australia for three months, Sheryl had a small party at the house for a couple of her closest friends. They talked about the kind of things close friends talk about when they have small parties. By eight o’clock, everyone had left but her closest friend Lucy. Somehow the subject of masturbation came up. Lucy was the kind of person that talked candidly about their sex life and expected everyone else to talk just as candidly. “Oh come on, I just told you I slept with my boss on the company photo copier! You have to tell me!” She would say. It was as if she talked about her exploits just to learn about other peoples.
“I just…don’t. I don’t know, every since I started dating Kyle I just haven’t felt the desire.”
The next day there was a knock at the door. Through the window by the couch Sheryl saw Lucy’s car speeding away. Lucy had left a wrapped present on the front door. “To my dear friend Sheryl”, the card on top read, “from your guardian angel.”
Sheryl opened the box. It was a dildo, covered in glitter. Lucy later confirmed that it was a very expensive one that was made by some company in Mexico that was now out of business. Glittery dildos in mint condition could fetch insanely high prices on eBay apparently. It was something like champagne to certain people.
The box stayed in the bottom drawer of a dresser for two months and three weeks. Kyle had told her he never masturbated. She told Kyle she never masturbated either. And it was true after they started dating. While she had no intention of breaking this unspoken agreement, she became a little nervous when she realized her husband would be coming home in a week. She worried that her vagina had become desensitized from inactivity; it was the longest dry spell she had ever had. Ultimately, she decided it would be rude to waste a gift a friend had spent so much money on.
Kyle took the latest possible flight home, hoping to postpone the inevitably disappointing intercourse as much as possible. It was not just the fact that Kyle had not had sex in six months that worried him. Kyle had not had an orgasm in six months. Kyle was the only man he had ever known who never masturbated. Even Kyle’s most religious friends, whose church deemed them sinners for masturbating, masturbated more than Kyle. It was not out of a deep-seated faith that Kyle remained abstinent; he had never even come to a conclusion on where he stood spiritually. Kyle just never saw the point.
Sheryl met her husband Kyle in college. He was unlike every guy she had ever been with:
• He called her the day after they had sex for the first time.
• He sent her charming text messages when they were not together.
• He listened to her when she talked
He was not the most attractive guy she had ever been with, but it was the first time in her life she could care less. For the first time in her life someone she had found someone who cared about her and had no intentions of dumping her once they got what they wanted.
If there was a flaw in their relationship, it was intellectual. There were many times when it was clear that Kyle’s mind operated on a very different level than Sheryl’s. Kyle would ask her to go with him to movies at these small theaters in college towns every once in a while, with these four hour long French movies where a guy would sleep with a girl a bunch of times, then have pointless, never ending conversations about life or books or something. Kyle would come out of the theater talking about how it was indicative of the “decaying morality of society”, and Sheryl would just nod. He would try and explain it to her, but he would often just become more confusing.
******
Kyle spent about fifteen minutes thumbing through a People Magazine at a newsstand in the Airport lobby. When he finally arrived at their house, he had the cab driver circle the block a few times, then drive him up to the mailbox, then over to Starbucks because his throat was killing him and he had not had caffeine all day, then finally back home.
Sheryl was waiting for Kyle on the couch by the front door. She thought standing right in front of the front door would scream “I’m trying really hard to pretend nothing is wrong”. She felt waiting in the bedroom on the opposite end of the house implied “I’m hiding from you because I have something to hide”. “Yes”, she thought, “the couch by the front is the smart move” especially since Sheryl had a magazine in her hand. There is nothing suspicious about a woman sitting on a couch reading a People magazine. Finally Sheryl could hear the lock of the door turning. She felt torn. She did not want to face Kyle, but she equally did not want to wait for him any longer. “I’m home!”
“I missed you!” They hugged and stood in silence. “Let me get your bags. Are you tired?” If he was tired that was good.
They stood talking by the front door for a half hour.
******
Kyle sat down at the dinner table. Sheryl had made Lemon Chicken Pasta. He knew he should tell her that he had had a blueberry coffee cake at Starbucks. But since he was bound to disappoint her in bed later that night, he thought he might as well not disappoint her at the dinner table. Or was now the better time to disappoint her? On one hand, the coffee cake disappointment might make the sexual disappointment easier to swallow. She would be going into the bedroom that night already disappointed; she probably would not even be surprised or moved by the sexual disappointment. But on the other hand, she might only be capable of handling a fixed amount of disappointment in a day. Two acts of disappointment might throw her overboard.
He ate the pasta.
While Kyle was glad to see his wife, thinking about the night to come haunted him. Would he even be able to have an orgasm? What if it came too quickly? What if it never came? Would he even be able to get an erection? He wondered if he would always remember this as the day his marriage fell apart.

While Sheryl was glad to see her husband, thinking about the night to come haunted her. What would he do if he found out? Would he cry? Hit her? Divorce her? Cheat on her? She wondered if she would always remember this as the day her marriage fell apart.
“I have to go to the bathroom” she said.
“Great!” Kyle shouted. “For…you.”
She rushed off to the bathroom at the top of the stairs and started to draw a bath. She threw her clothes off as the water rose. When the water had barely even reached her ankles, she started pounding away with a bar of Irish Springs soap, scrubbing hard enough to make her wince in pain.
******
Sitting at the dinner table, Kyle was a nervous wreck. It was already 8:00. Unless he came up with an idea by 10:30 at the latest, he was fucked. Suddenly, it became clear to him what he had to do. He could hear the bath water running. He figured this gave him 20 minutes at the most. He ran to his computer and got on Google. He typed in “porn”. He found himself overwhelmed with options. He decided to try another search. He typed in “boobs” and clicked on the first link that popped up. Unfortunately it led him to some kind of medical website that had information on breast cancer. At first Kyle was mad, but he then decided to bookmark the website. It probably had information his wife needed. Kyle decided it would be best to specify his first search. Remembering a conversation he overheard two co-workers having in the bathroom, he added the word “German” to his search. While this still amounted to an overwhelming amount of options, time was running out and he had no time to be selective. He clicked on the first page that came up. There were no pictures and the text was written in German. Returning to the Google page, Kyle clicked randomly on the fifth item, which within seconds gave him a computer virus. His computer shut down immediately.
******
Sheryl had been scrubbing for ten minutes when she felt like her right arm was going to fall off. She decided to take a break and she what kind of progress she was making. She tried to see by bending over but it hurt her neck. She could barely even see anyway. In a flash of inspiration she decided to use the mirror behind the sink, in which she’d started at herself while brushing her teeth for years, for a practical purpose. She put her left leg up on the sink, putting her entire glittering vagina on display. She was slightly blinded by the incandescent light bouncing off the glitter.
******
With the computer trashed, Kyle realized he would have to settle things on his own. He ran into their bedroom, thinking the abundant presence of his wife’s underwear might serve some hefty inspiration. A handshake or two later he thought about how easily it would be for his wife to walk in on him in the bedroom. He needed a place that could give him some privacy. The bathroom was taken, the guest room was stuffy, the closet would just be weird and the kitchen was just inappropriate. There was truly only one place Kyle could be guaranteed safety: the couch by the front door. It was around the corner from the base of the wooden stairs. The bathroom was upstairs. If his wife was coming down the stairs he would be able to hear her echoing footsteps. He would have ample time to cover up. The only con was actually not very severe either. The back of the couch was directly in front of a large window that looked out on the front lawn, which was next to the sidewalk, which their neighbors walked on. But luckily, while Kyle was in Australia his wife had installed drapes next to the windows. All he had to do make his list of pros and cons a list of pros was close the drapes. It was a flawless idea.
******
Sheryl had worn through half a bar of soap and was about to give up. She had barely made a difference. She considered running down to the kitchen to get a sponge and dishwasher soap, but the risk of being seen by Kyle, and thinking of an excuse for taking a sponge and dishwasher soap into a bathroom, ruled the idea out. She noticed a bottle of bleach at the base of the sink. Would it work? Was it too dangerous? Would it permanently scar her? The glitter might disappear in a week; she might be able to put off having sex for a week. Bleach marks would just prove that there had been something suspicious there before the bleach.
The preparations were complete for Kyle to masturbate for the first time in his life. He had grabbed lotion from the bedroom because he had heard that helps (Sheryl suffered from dry skin during the winter). Right as he was about to get started, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Would Sheryl really be offended if he was a lousy lay one night? He might return to his former capacity in time with practice.
Kyle suddenly realized he had an erection, which he would clearly have to get rid of. He did not have time to think about Baseball; if he ran into Sheryl with an erection, he would need a logical explanation for his erection. He had no logical explanation for his erection.
He began. And then a few seconds later ended. Relieved, Kyle stood up to stretch. He checked his shirt to see if he’d left a stain. It was as clear as it was five minutes ago. He was halfway to the staircase when he remembered a vital detail: the drapes were open when he got there. It was while opening the drapes, on the drapes, that he noticed a very, very clear and significant indicator of his couch activities.
With no time to panic, he ripped the drapes off and bolted upstairs to the washing machine. It did not matter that it was across the hall from the bathroom; he would have to take the risk and think of an excuse later.
******
Sheryl had given up. She decided she would just have to make up an excuse to not have sex. She couldn’t tell Kyle she was on her period; he knew she always got them at the end of the month, and if she told him she had one now he would think she had been late at one point. And if he thought she was late at one point he would think she had thought she was pregnant. And if he thought she was pregnant he would think she had cheated on him, which would probably end worse than if he knew she had bought a glittery dildo from the Sex Shoppe.
The best idea she had was to pretend to be furious about something stupid and trivial, Say it was “symbolic of everything wrong with our marriage” or something. Maybe this was the end of their marriage.
Sheryl put on a bathrobe and opened the door to see Kyle leaping up the stairs with the new drapes in his hands, rippling through the air like a flag. Once he saw that she saw him, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was an odd stain on the drapes, the kind of stain you recognize when you grow up with three teenage brothers.
In complete and utter confusion, and an almost whisper, she asked, “what are you doing with our drapes?”
It was silent.
******
Kyle could not lie to her, cum-stained drapes in his hands or not. “I beat off for the first time on the couch.” Beat off or beated off?
Sheryl looked surprised. And then after a short kaleidoscope of emotions, she looked completely emotionless. She opened her bathrobe and left her left leg in the air, leaning on the wall for balance. They stood in the hall together for quite a while, Sheryl with her leg in the air, Kyle with the drapes in his hands, laughing. They were finally on equal footing.

Mothfight!!!!!

My dear friend Marcus Rubio is living it big Willie Style right now.

A song of his band Mothfight was just put on Pitchfork! Which is really fucking awesome.

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news

Its in the article about the KVRX live compilation, it mentions Islands too.

Way to go Marcus!!!! This is seriously amazing. You are a talented man with a bright future.

Dildo Update

I've finished rough drafts of two of the Glittery Dildo Stories!!! 28 hand written pages!! It's a lot for me!! I'm really proud of one of them in particular, it involves drapes. I think the other one is alright too.

I'll post them on here when I finish.