Abandoned Casino.

So these photos are a little old, but so worth sharing. Alex and I walked for quite a while one night. Somewhere between 7 and a billion miles. (probably closer to 7). We eventually reached the most fan-fucking-tastical place in the world. It was too dark to do much of any photography inside the ABANDONED CASINO, but I got some really nice shots on the roof. It was around 3 or 4 in the morning, so that's part of why these shots are the way they are. Also, Alex is an amazing model. Standing still for minutes at a time. He's also photogenic, which is nice.



I'll be going back as soon as I get back to Vegas.

Bling.

Julie is a funny little creature. Like a much cuter and sexier version of Gollum. "My precious, precoisssssss". She wants (needs) an engagement ring. She's like insane with lust for transparent rocks. But she's a girl. I should get used to it. If I ever blank out and call one of you in a panic because I don't know what kind of ring to get her, this is what she wants:

Explosive Jesus.

Those who don't enjoy a good sacreligious moment now and then should turn away.

Now. Just to make something clear as day. I have no issue with Christianity (Actually, that's kind of a lie). Nor do I wish to burn Jesus (that's true.), or offend anyone(Not sure about that one). This just seemed like it would be a fantastic set of pictures. And I was right. Here's one now.



When we moved into the house this cross is one of the first things I noticed. It was in the dirt next to our front door. We promptly found use for it as a doorstop. After this it sat in our house, sort of glaring at us in a creepy wooden cross kind of way. We then found upwards of 15 crosses in permamnent marker all over the house. Needless to say, that was kind of odd. But as an agnostic, a Buddist, a preachers daughter, and a Catholic sat in a house ideas flared. So one day the Buddist, agnostic, and preachers daughter lit the cross on fire. (The Catholic was studying for a big exam.)

And what happened next was amazing. A failed "drano bomb" (AKA improvised explosive) was left in the yard from hours ago. The pressure failed to rupture the exceedingly hard plastic of the coke bottle. So I put the bottle next to the flaming cross, expecting the plastic to melt and the contents to ooze out, and maybe burn with pretty colors. But the gasses in the bottle were flammable, and flaming cross bits were strewn about the backyard. It's a shame I don't have video of that.

This will be my art blog.

I'm leaping onto an already moving bandwagon. In fact, I'm kind of chasing after the bandwagon, flailing my arms about attempting to get the attention of the driver. But, by any means. I'm here. And I hope it's amusing.