Saturday, March 10, 2012


okay, okay.... I've been away for a while. SOOOOOOOOOOOO much has changed that I may just have to kick down the science to y'all's in the next-to-near-future. Until then, let's do this shit instead!

Never to be outdone, I thought I'd step up the KONY 2012 a bit with a campaign of my own. I mean, let's face it; it's been the better part of a week on this old campaign and still no Kony brought to justice. We are the internet. We demand justice now (but mostly of those who don't crusade in the same way we would if we did, in fact, do any crusading ourselves). So I put together this grassroots-gr...assroots campaign... one we could ALL get behind in a global effort to make REAL change. Saving children is cool and all... but campaigning to save children is even cooler. Spread this baby like internet wildfire and see where real action can make a difference. Our difference. Plus, Kony is a bad, bad dude. Fer real. C'mon, brobro's, let's do this shit! WHERE'S KONY 2012 (p.s... my organization is broke. Please send donations. And yes, I WILL spend it on myself. I just want too make that clear before you "expose" the truth). now go.... GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! print this! post it up! Be a part of change! Stop the violence! Send cash! (this message brought to you by Thirty4Point5 and it's affiliates, associates and cronies... AKA me, myself and I)

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Job Adventure: Part Deux - The Wrath Of Khan

Today I found a job on Craigslist that I was very interested in... and it was only 2 blocks from my home! Because I'm fairly ill prepared for this adventure (like most things I jump feet first into), I began to have second thoughts about whether or not I should waste my time since I didn't have a resumè to present... or a phone number to contact me at... or any employer in my past I would want to rely on for a new job... not that they would represent me poorly, but if I wanted a job where the jobs I'd previously left were of any relevance, I probably would have stayed where I was. I'm not trying to climb anybodies ladder but my own, thank you very much! And here is the proof: because I didn't want to leave this prospective employer with nothing to remember me by... and seem like I was just some flake without a resumè... which I am far from... I strode up the alley to the back entrance of the establishment, walked in, then presented the interviewer with this little gem that I unfolded from my back pocket. I go back Monday to see him again.

Day 2, Lesson 2: People can feel inside that the path our culture's socio-economic evolution is careening along is tainted and sick... and although they may not know if they can trust their personal futures on someone as ready and willing as I am to thumb my nose at a system that gives my soul the shits... they sure do brighten up when they realize that at least someone is out there holding it down... at least that's what I got out of it anyway... I was pretty high. For all I know, I spent the afternoon passed out in the ice cream freezer at 7-Eleven...


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I Must Be Out Of My Mind... But I Digress...

So, dear Reader, you're probably asking yourself, 'Self, what does Peter mean when he says in that little blurb to the right, that he's a life artist?' Or you're asking yourself what the hell you accidentally clicked to get to this shitbag blog (that's how I got here). Well, let me illuminate you... in... whatever... dark space... you know... you'd... enjoy...

My hat, as it were, has officially been thrown into the Freelance Art Ring in recent times. I've abandoned the shelter of the long-term corporate asylum I had, for whatever reason, self-admitted myself to, and have settled down to whittling away my days at my studio... or reading at the beach... or riding my bike in the sun... but the point is, being a freelance artist is a lot of work... so don't try it. In fact, it's so much work, I've decided that I would fill some of my unimaginably busy schedule with a work adventure. "What," I can hear you asking, "the hell has he been smoking?" [sorry... that's not really the question we rehearsed. Can I get a line reading please? Anyone? Jesus Christ, if you're listening? Seriously, it's like I'm working with retarded kids here. Okay... here we are... work adventure, blah, blah, blah... "What," I can hear you asking aaaaand... GO!] "is a work adventure?" Allow me to... [shit... this isn't working... can we just get to the end part? Everybody good with that? fine.]

I posted this crazy ass ad on Craigslist today: HENCHMAN FOR HIRE. Twenty minutes later I received a response! I meet with the guy tomorrow to discuss the job. Now... I'm not gonna say it's Hank Scorpio [it's Hank Scorpio] or suggest that it involves World Domination of any kind. But I will tell you this... from the intel that I've gathered it could be a gig I just might enjoy... it's world domination. So let this be a lesson to you, kids: Education sucks, work sucks and experience isn't worth shit. All you need is a genuine way to communicate with people that doesn't make you seem like a hopeless retard and you're good... although, being an Evil Super-Genius with the imagination, talent, will and determination to dominate the world probably doesn't hurt. I'll let you know how it turns out!

In the meantime... here's a purty picture I'm responsible for. It's called 'How We Roll' Wanna buy it? that's how you freelance!


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Relax, Friends... I'm On It! Doctor Doctor!

In an effort to keep you ravenous little entertainment monsters at bay, here's one of my favorite tracks from my solo music effort, project:APESH!T. I presently have about 45 minutes of original music recorded with plenty more on the way... once this transient mind finds a place to plug in, I'll be killing you softly with more like this number. Enjoy!


Friday, August 20, 2010

Thirty4Point5 Presents: Prosthelytized

I've been working on some digital media over photos to create some zombie images. The first was the one located above in the T4P5 header... this little number is the second. Enjoy


Monday, August 16, 2010

I Saw Marlon Brando In A Cage, Dressed Like Dr. Moreau, Sliding Whole Chickens Into His Tardhole With Greasy Fingers Bigger Than My Thigh...

I haven't made a video in a while... so... for some massively unexplainable reason, I set my camera down in some pretty shady places last night to bring this to you, dear reader: Four Gig - Insomnia vs Memory Card. I can never tell when I look at my life whether I live a dream few even dare to dream... or if I am, quite possibly, the most retarded person on the planet. I'm voting for the latter 'cause at least that way if I'm wrong... and I'm always wrong... at least it'll be a surprise... just like that time Santa got stuck in the chimney and passed out before he shit himself onto the glowing fiberglass log during The Six Million Dollar Man episode where Steve Austin and Big Foot go to Universal Studios together. I never thought those two would ever reconcile their differences!!! Now... back to bed... I have a rum tasting to attend later... 'cause I'm retarded... [cough, cough]


Friday, August 13, 2010

The Kid Said, "Get Ready..."

'Cause this shit is about to get crazy... and by "crazy" I mean... ummm... yeah... "crazy"... but don't start stapling any orifices shut just yet. I promised never to do that to your mom again and I intend to keep that promise (you got a sister, right?). So... yeah... I can't afford my meds so I may as well get back to entertaining the masses where I belong. Look forward to something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue... (I'm looking at you Kate Beckinsale... and I'm talking about balls)

It's on like Donkey Kong!!!