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Fishy, Seveny, and shot with Org through and through.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Good friend.

posted by jb at 9:56 pm  

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Dalai Lama.

posted by jb at 10:59 am  

Monday, March 9, 2009

Gmail Chat: “You are invisible.”

Sigh… I know.

posted by jb at 8:17 pm  

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I hate that guy.

He’s so uterous.

posted by jb at 10:33 pm  

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Intoxicating.

I love zooming in on PDF files to watch the text grow without deteriorating in quality. It gives me chills.

posted by jb at 7:57 pm  

Thursday, January 22, 2009

My new outgoing voicemail message.

Sorry guys, my hands are tied…

posted by jb at 11:59 am  

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Final Sound Mix Session, January 2009

The only logical solution…

posted by jb at 11:41 am  

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Wife is such an ugly word.

posted by jb at 9:44 pm  

Saturday, January 17, 2009

It smelled like an olive.

posted by jb at 4:09 pm  

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Internet.

The internet makes us feel connected. I just got that now.

posted by jb at 1:41 pm  

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Astonishing Ingenuity.

posted by jb at 1:45 pm  

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A routine flight for this bird tonight.

posted by jb at 11:00 pm  

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

BATS.

posted by jb at 12:41 am  

Sunday, November 30, 2008

“I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

I’m looking for my hoodie.

posted by jb at 10:56 pm  

Monday, November 17, 2008

Tragedy.

This can only end in tragedy.



posted by jb at 11:28 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Coital Fury.

posted by jb at 8:42 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I CAN’T HELP IT.

posted by jb at 8:41 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Jump from Height.

Method calculator.

posted by jb at 8:39 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Red Rabbits.

Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion.

posted by jb at 8:36 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Poopy Dash.

I win the poopy dash.

posted by jb at 8:33 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Can’t Sleep.

posted by jb at 8:32 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Cogmatic Robatics.

Just see who else can make robots like we can make them.

posted by jb at 8:29 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Black Satin Chicken.

posted by jb at 8:27 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bye-bye, motherfuckers.

Send ‘em all up in a spaceship towards the sun.

posted by jb at 8:25 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Still to come…

The worst part.

posted by jb at 8:23 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

And then my poor meatball…

posted by jb at 8:21 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Distraught Red.

posted by jb at 8:20 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Please, No soliciting.

I am a solicitor. I have come to interrupt your dinner.

posted by jb at 8:19 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

It’s a shark.

posted by jb at 8:17 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Beautiful Day Today.

posted by jb at 8:16 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Heartburn? No.

Heart Boulder.

posted by jb at 8:15 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Threes for a botched wisdom tooth extraction.

posted by jb at 8:13 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Grassy Apocalypse.

posted by jb at 8:11 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Cat Tile.

posted by jb at 8:10 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

John Gurdebeke and I at the Beach.

posted by jb at 8:09 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Every Alex.

posted by jb at 8:07 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A three-dollar pie.

I was born a three-dollar pie. I needed an operation.

The doctors got me mixed up with the baby of the family in the room next door, and turned me into a black butterfly. My parents wanted to hug and love me, but they were afraid they’d wipe the powder off of my wings. Finally after the third operation I was made into a person.

Also, I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus on highway 41. It’s true.

I think that having been born a pie, then turned into a butterfly before becoming human really shaped who I am today. I have more sympathy for pastries and winged individuals. But still I’m glad to have finally decided to become a starfish. It’s more comfortable for sleeping, and who wouldn’t want that?

posted by jb at 7:25 pm  

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Joni Church: Oh come on, already.

Joni Church is a pet sitter in New Jersey. She is not me. I am a video editor (and so much more) in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I shouldn’t care, because she deserves the name as much as I do (I guess), but it really bothers me that this other Joni’s name dominates the first page of a Google search done on “Joni Church.” I have a place in this world too, you know. I mean, just because I’m a nobody who hasn’t done much of anything…

So I’ve egotistically pulled together a comprehensive guide to my web presence for those of you who would like to know absolutely everything about me (I imagine none of you). This is it, people. All there is. Nothing and no more to know than what you can learn from the list below. These are me. I am these…

IMDB.com

Apple Discussions

Creative Cow Forum

Recreating Eden

International Institute for Sustainable Development

East of Euclid

LinkedIn

Deviant Art

Sellaband

Onceadored.com
(yes she’s talking about me, she calls me Joni Mitchell, but we both know)

And finally… NOT ME.
http://www.jonichurch.com/
(wait a minute… JONICHURCH.COM?!?… jesus, she’s taken *everything*)

posted by jb at 7:24 pm  

Monday, November 10, 2008

Hello Kim!

Dear Kim- my one and only blogovisitor,

I am currently transferring all of my blogwork to another server due to <unnamed gracious developer>’s incompetence. Thank you for supporting me and my hack art, I will post a very special picture just for you once this whole nightmare is behind me.

Hey <unnamed gracious developer>… Fuck you!

Love and blogging,

Joni

<ps - careful what cans o beanworms you unleash >

posted by admin at 5:33 pm  

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