I’m in your water.

I miss my old hair. Check out how fucking deranged I look here! Daddy’s home! This one’s from
late Feb.

I finally left my creepy apartment today. I stayed there for almost two months. The place had a generally icky vibe and far away from any part of town I wanted to live in or spend time in. (30th and Mission). I only got the place so my ex could come visit  and stay with me. (And, as it turned out, have our relationship crumble before my eyes in such tragic and ironic ways that it’s hilarious.)

The place makes you feel like you’re being watched. It gives you a feeling like someone was just beaten to death with a pipe before you got there and the killer is in a closet eying you while he chews happily on the corpse’s severed genitals.

So I’m glad to be out of there. Today, the movers will come to my storage space to pick up my stuff. I spent a lot of time in the last few days packing and organizing the haphazard mess. (I’m wont to create haphazard messes.)

I also found some treasure. Pistachios and quarters, ya’ll!

This unpaid laborer helped me pack my things.

The Duck of Shame will travel with me, to mete out justice on unworthy roommates with his baleful gaze.

This packing tape says “split resistant” on it. So of course it split every time I tried to peel some of it off.

Nifty.

Maybe discovering a subversive goatse implantation this morning is making me read into some things a little too much. I took this a few minutes ago.

Well, even if it’s missing the finger signifiers, it’s still goatsesque, right? Anyway, if you had a square, metal dick, this would probably be some of the hottest shit you’d ever seen. Robot porn.

Hello, Walgreens.

I snapped this near my (as of today) old apartment at 30th and Mission in San Francisco.

While all the cool kids were running around up at Maker Faire taking pictures of power tool races or robots or something, (Couldn’t go. Bitter.) I was down in SF. But my weekend wasn’t completely boring. The How Weird Street Faire took place on Sunday, and I Muni’d out, wearing a camera and a smile to get some photos.

The Street Faire benefits the World Peace Through Technology Foundation. It’s also a great excuse for SF to get all dressed up in ridiculous, brightly-colored outfits, parade through the streets and dance. Which, of course, SF never turns down.

All in all, it was a great experience. Plenty of music and lots of good vibes, plus sexy girls on stilts.

People were very friendly and open to having their photos taken. (I was just one among the legions of photographers gathered there like a pack of starved wolves around a wounded doe.) And, of course, nothing lends credibility to an event in San Francisco like Frank Chu being there.

I put the rest of the photos up on flickr.