The only site related info i have to announce is that my

Wishlist

has been updated. I promise to be back within a reasonable amount of time to announce a more highly anticipated update.

Or something like that.

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A few weeks ago i decided to clean out the garage, in hopes of selling some stuff, as well as getting rid of other things.

But before i get into this story, i have to tell you a little about the garage situation. In keeping with the fucked up design scheme of the house i live in, the garage is behind the house, on the street that runs parallel to my street. So, you don't think this notation is important? Well, you will as i get more into my story.

I threw out more than i had expected, and ended up with a huge refrigerator shipping box full of junk. In addition, i also decided to trash an old computer chair and a behemoth 22" monitor which has seen better days, but i was saving "just in case". It was pouring outside at about 10:00 pm that night, and i dragged the huge shipping carton around the block so i could dispose of it in front of my house. On the way, it got soaked and started to fall apart and i had to retrace my steps to pick up the debris which i left along the way. I was however, not about to drag the computer chair and monitor that distance, so i decided to dump them in the pile of garbage at the house closest to my garage.

Just as i was finishing up, this decrepit old potato farmer of a man suddenly appeared, screaming at me in broken English and Portuguese. "Don' put'a your garbag' in front o' my a'house!" I tried to explain to him that the trash collectors would be here in a matter of hours, and my two items would be gone, but this fucktard wouldn't take no for an answer, and insisted that i remove the items, or he would "Call'a the cops". I could almost hear him screaming into the phone, and the police laughing their ass off, but i just wanted him to shut up and leave me alone, so i told the dude to chill and eventually moved the stuff to the front of my house.

I have to wonder though, how anal retentive types like this guy get by in life? Personally, i couldn't give a flying fuck if someone dumped something in front of my house for a few hours until Waste Management picked it up. In fact, i wish more people would do that, as i would probably find a lot of interesting things out there to talk about here! I am not sure if any of the readers of this blog, who were also former members of my now defunct message board, will remember the box of porn DVD's i once found on my lawn, which i sold for a rather hefty price on eBay.

Or the humongous statue of Jesus which mysteriously appeared one day, and is still sitting outside if only because the damn thing weighs about 600 pounds and i can't find anyone strong enough to get it up my stairs!

-X-

So, i had my first Krispy Kreme doughnut experience a few weeks ago, and let me tell you, i was not impressed.

Now, let me start by saying that i have an infamous sweet tooth and would probably off myself if i were told that i could never again indulge in treats from the confectionary department, but i could go the rest of my next 6 lifetimes without another KK and it would all be good

The first bit of yuckiness i encountered was getting through the candy coating to the meat of the doughnut. Remember the sensation of walking on ice as a child, and watching the cracks appear as you pressed your foot to the frozen ground? Well, that was the scenario in my mouth, with my teeth playing the main character of a foot, and the KK coating starring in a supporting role as the ice. As soon as i bit into the doughnut, my teeth immediately had a seizure and began to ache, and it only went downhill from there.

Next in line for upping the gross factor was the fact that aside from the initial shock of my teeth feeling like they were beginning to disintigrate out of my mouth, was the amount of oozing grease. I might have sucked on a sponge which had been sitting in an oil vat and had a better experience. GAH!

And speaking of grease, what's with the undertaste? It took a while for me to notice, but there was a distinct undertaste.. a fishy undertaste! I can't figure out why a product from an establishment which sells only doughnuts and other sweets would taste like fish, but there you have it. My best guess is that the Jolly Roger Seafood restaurant next door is doubling their profits by selling the refuse from their Frialators, but what would i know? Not being much of a fan of fast food in general, i am probably not the best critic for these sort of eateries.

I will be back with another story in a bit. Right now i have to do something else. I am so far behind in blog posts that you might find out what i was doing for most of 2006 somewhere around 2008!

-X-

I just now realized it has been six months since my last confession, and...

these are my sins.

Sweated my ass off and worked on a new line of Wearable Art Clothing which will soon be released.

In the meantime, check out what is left of the sale items on EpiphanyStrange.Com!

In other news: I can't wait to get back to painting. As much as i love cool clothes, i find that painting is one of my favorite escapes from reality. I am looking forward to battening down the hatches and working straight through March. I have a feeling it is going to be a long, cold winter. Yippee!

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This is cool and just in time for Halloween. Thanks for the link, Hopey!

I got 40 out of 50 in 12 minutes.