1999 was the year. July was the month. Wow. Flashback.

I’ve been a webmaster for a long time. I taught myself from books, not schooling. I was tired of working in retail, dead end management jobs. I taught myself basic html, then graphics, then moved on to other things as I needed them. Most likely no different from many of you reading this blog. Self taught is incredibly normal it seems. I often get people asking me how I did this, or how I did that.

It’s really not as hard as it seems but it does take dedication, perseverance and you must accept that sometimes, you will fall short of your goals. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, keep moving forward.

I’ve been taking photos since I was a teenager. I started shooting models in 97/98 and really haven’t looked back. A fan of a model I used to work with “back in the day” (don’t you love that saying?) recently sent me some screen grabs from a live photo shoot we had done for members of her site. I had created her site, ran it with her and was her photographer for the first year, then I sold my portion of it to someone else, because life was taking me in a different direction. That of course is a censored shortened version of what happened. Believe it or not, I am writing a book right now, a bio of sorts and it will be out in the next few 2-3 months ballpark, I’ll touch on this whole time frame in there as well as other things of course.

Anyway…

He sent me some webcam grabs, they made me laugh.. I thought some of you might get a kick out of it. These are to the best of my knowledge the first behind the scenes pix of me I know of. I think there are some from when I ran Davia’s site and I probably have them somewhere, but fuck if I know where. Keep in mind, these are webcam snaps taken from a 320x 240 cam stream.. so not the greatest. Funny though

12 Years flies when you’re having fun!

Here I am in in AZ earlier this year with beautiful Talia Shepard from http://taliashepard.com She isn’t always this blurry, I promise. Only when Gonzo (her old photographer) is shooting her. bazinga! hahahaha ok ok.. that was bad. I’m just fuckin around, relax already.

After seeing these snaps, it dawned on me how long I have had a job I truly love.

Sure, there are times I want to bang my head against the wall and there are times I take a photo and I am so freaking proud of what we’ve created, the model and myself. The good comes with the bad, like with any job.

There are some things I’d do differently if I could go back, but most of these things are rather detailed, not really blog material. Book material? Perhaps.

We start our journey and when we start, we know not where the road will take us. We can get off the path at any time, or stay on just a little bit longer… sometimes you regret not switching gears when you could have, or you’re thankful you stayed the course. I am so happy with the ladies I currently work with, Talia Shepard and Katie Banks and of course, my one and only, Bryci. I have worked with a *lot* of ladies over the past 12 years, stories? Fuck yeah there are stories. Again.. book material. Yes, you’ll know when it’s out and no, there won’t be gossip and he said she said shit in it. The book won’t be dramalicious, sorry to disappoint. I’m too old to play stupid ass gossip games. Life is too short to sweat the small stuff.

I am 7 chapters into my book thus far, not sure if I’ll make it a shorter book and wrap it up shortly or if I’ll grow it into a series or what. Right now, it’s only about 85 pages or so. Kind of small, yo. Should I make it larger, take all my book ideas (work related that is) and slam them into one book? As with everything I seem to encounter lately, I have more ideas then I do time. I’m sure many of you can relate with me on this. Time indeed is precious.

I want a life where Bryci and I can hit the road in our VW bus anytime.

Fuck yes that’s a checkered floor.

Doesn’t this life sound amazing? Hit the road, go camping, chill-a-the-fuck-a-out

This is why I love my work so much. I can work with the girls, shoot them, have a blast, then take weekends to go camping, or say fuck it and take a week.

Ask the boss for permission?

Cool, I’ll get right on it!

I’m moving at a lot slower than I care to admit. I feel like ass. My head is in a vice. We never ever get sick! We backtracked it to bowling on date night. We think we must have caught some of the goodness the kids in the alley beside us had being that we were using the same bowling balls. Hurray!

So now Bryci and I are moving sloooooow.

Lots of rest and water I guess, we’ll be back to form in no time

Also, I am really, really bored with my blog. No time to change it though. Not bored with writing or talking to you motherfuckers, no, bored with the way it looks. It’s about as exciting as syphilis.

I think we need to liven the place up somehow.

Unicorns, rainbows, maybe some workers packing fudge in the header?

I often say the phrase “expect more, get more” because I feel it’s true. Many people strive to be average and I don’t really get that logic. I am not saying you have to be the best of the best, fuck no.. but you should always try to be the best version of yourself, shouldn’t you? Waaaaay easier said than done, I know. We’re all have our faults.

My Dad was an asshole. Marines for 17 years. Growing up was no calk walk. BE NUMBER ONE! Nobody trains to be second place! shit like this. He drove me and drove me and drove me and now, sadly, it is very much how I am towards myself in many ways.

I don’t carry this forward in relationships with others thankfully. Sometimes it’s hard though, I expect too much of myself (I am told) and then I am let down when I don’t hit unrealistic goals set by the memory of a man that terrorized my family growing up. Awesome.

What is kind of nice though, I am starting to be able to step back and look at the big picture about life. See what is important, what is fluff. That has helped me huge to determine the direction to take many times.

Life really isn’t that serious. Things that matter, often really don’t in the big picture. I’m sort of sick right now, so I’m moving at a slower pace, mentally I’m at about 40%, physically about 60%. I went to bed at 6am this morning, and I was awake at 11am. Working.

Thanks Dad.

As I sit here yawning, wondering what to eat, trying to be quiet so I don’t wake Bryci, who is also sick, all I can think is how I cannot wait for the two of us to be on vacation.

Soon my pretties.. soon.

Is it me or does that girl have a studded belt on? Damn. Studded belts are cool.

Hello Kitty Bubble whaaaa ?

umm.. Houston, we have a problem.

This is sad. Some dumb ass bought a H2 because he saw the licensed name Hummer and he figured he now is indestructible. Nobody at GM bothered to mention this The Hummer H2 and H3 are Hummers in namesake only. The H2 is a retooled Suburban and the H3 is a retooled Jimmy. If you want something that will guzzle gas and make you look like a fucktard, here’s your truck.

You want a real hummer, there is only one choice.. The AM General Hummer.

So I park the car and go on a nature walk with Bryci. We’re gone all day.

We come back and see this:

Fuck it. They can keep the car. We’ll walk home.

+1 for Darren

I am pretty sure men write these articles. I saw this because any woman knows seducing a man is about as hard as her walking into the room naked and saying, do you want to stick anything in me? Alright, so that approach is perhaps is a little rough around the edges.

Seriously though, 50 ways to seduce a man? Me thinks they’re complicating it a little.

They may have gotten the minute or less thing right, I’m not proud but that is pretty close to accurate.

I can think of 500 ways for Bryci to seduce me. Hell, maybe 5000. Now, ask me of any are needed? The girl smiles, I melt. She pretty much has me wrapped around her finger usually. Not always, I still have my balls thank you, but yeah.. she doesn’t need 50 ways, and I doubt any half decent female out there needs 50 ways for their fella.

Switching gears….

This guy writes me the other day and takes a stab at me because he doesn’t like my tattoo. He tells me it’s oh so original or something like that. I thought.. creampuff, why the fuck do I care what you think again? If you’d bothered to read my blog, you know why my ink is what it is. I was/am a huge fan of the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. If I need to finish this sentence and explain the movie, the characters, what it has to do with my ink etc, you can pretty much blow me. I like it or I wouldn’t have gotten it. Yes, I get people confusing me for Scott Nails which is kind of cool, especially since we look zero alike. Guys aren’t looking at other guy’s faces when watching porn, we’re watching their meaty cocksicles. Fag. I’m joking. A full sleeve stands out, so I get others wondering if I am the same guy. That whole left arm/right arm thing should be the dead give away, but meh, whatever.

Check my new sparkle

Lastly, random thoughts. click to enlarge

these are not my random thoughts mind you, but they are funny.

Brody got a new hat

umm…

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I did this once before and I had a few emails about it, so here we go again. Random shit from my brain.

10 Thoughts
Uncensored, the way things in life should be

Ok, it’s 5:43. How the fuck I crawl into bed without the dog looking at me and thinking PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE which I think translates into Jack saying to me.. human I allow to live, take me to door and allow me to moisten your lawn or I shall end you.

Yes Jack, you can go pee.

I’m actually tired now. fucking a, b, and c

ps, that guy with the temp tattoos is not me. He weighs maybe 140 soaking wet. I weigh 185. You wouldn’t catch me wearing a bandana around my neck, ever.

If you watch Bob’s Burgers, you know who Tina is.

Tina is awesome.

Push play and close your eyes and Tina is telling you jokes.

oh yeah, there are others on the show..