Just testing?

We did a few photo tests for the new CCR merch, and bounced ideas off of each other. Photos of the actual shoot to come...

Birfday! pt. 2

We had an amazing cook-out the night of my birthday...



As expected, I hit the keg pretty hard.

It was over once Jed sent me the bucket-hat. Picnic table dance party initiated..


Nakey time..

The other dudes were a bit frightened (understandably), but luckily Pris humored me and tore it up on the picnic table with me...




Jed, the grill master....


Thank you guys, for making this birfday wonderful!

CCR

CCR - coming soon!

Roland, Zed & Pansy.

Birfday! pt. 1

To my surprise, I woke up this morning and look what I found:

*scratching head in disbelief...*

Pris decorated my place to the tee, even adding a birthday COW....grill...picnic table....and

KEG!!!

Having a morning, birfday beer...

Good morning, sunshine..

"computer club, computer club!"

I have a line of T-Shirts and music that I'm working on releasing fairly soon, and the temporary housing has been a great work studio for me thus far...

Right now I'm looking at opening my first small stall next to STEAM, a live venue run by Filete Homewood. The rent is cheap and it seems like it'll be a decent starting point..

More soon, as I find out...

In the zone.

Orson is hard at work on the new houses, and we are all ecstatic about his work thus far.

Can you feel the intensity? The concentration?

His edit is your command..

Preview of things to come..

Separated at birth?

Pris was casually perusing the selection over at WMD (Weird Monkey Design) and noticed that the model in their photos looks surprisingly similar to Ilya. The following day, she returned to WMD with Ilya in tow and happened to stumble across WMD designer/owner Maruko Sakigake - a.k.a. the model for his own designs.

Maruko turned out to be a sweet guy, and was even kind enough to give us a bunch of free clothes. His design work is excellent, we collectively endorse visiting his store! Maruko also had time to stop by later to check out Saint Clare..

Scooter Patrol

Ode to Ducks

We have another welcome addition to the wildlife that inhabits the island - a small, hungry, quacking group of ducks. Hopefully they won't be too terrified by Ilya's random scooter-cannon fire.



“Man who stand on hill with mouth open will wait long time for roast duck to drop in.” - Confucious

"It's on like Red Dawn.."

An eventful day on the island. Ilya was pleasently reading my previous blog post, when...

bam. Pris throws him in a giant cup of absinthe, and proceeds to dance upon his back in an acrobatic-fashion...

After relentlessly trouncing his absinthe-soaked body, she gracefully kicked up and off of his back, delivering one final blow...

To his lifeless, floating corpse.

But don't get too sad just yet. Later that evening, a mysterious white van pulled up on the beach. A voice called out from inside..."Come here Pris, I have candy.." The voice from the van obviously didn't know that Pris doesn't have a sweet tooth...the trap didn't work.

But alas, a cloaked figure popped out and threw her in the back of the van, tying her up bondage-style.

From under the cloak, Ilya's evil grin peeked out...he slammed the door shut, laughing maniacally. Feeling vindicated, he enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun rising at dawn...but not so fast, dear Ilya..

Suddenly, from behind, an enormous spider comes, ready for battle...

Caught off-guard, Ilya morphs himself into the Stay Puft man...what a mistake. The vicious spider beings chomping at the crotch of Mr. Puft..

Not a moment too soon, Ilya recovered from his crotch chomping just long enough to also morph into a giant spider..

and off they ran, fighting, destroying, wreaking general havoc across the island. Having been busy photographing the whole thing, I realized that Pris was still trapped in the back of that white van..

I apologetically untied her...eventually she forgave me for not helping, but had a massive headache from the whole thing..

So we decided to roast marshmellows, the ultimate headache cure. Unfortunately, I ended up roasting my knee instead and Pris was so messed up from being in the van that she couldn't even find the fire.

The end.