Asphault

To many, the road led nowhere. Meandering through the country hillsides, cresting and dipping amongst mountains, rivers, and gorges.

His feet were sore. Bloody. His shoes had worn through to the soles of his feet.

His back ached - upon it he carried everything he owned.

It may have led nowhere for others, but to him, it was leading him somewhere.

Out of his dead-end town.

Burnt Sky

The smoke drifted up from the smoldering grass, into his nostrils and deep into his lungs. It burned. It wasn't hot. It wasn't even warm.

The air held a dirty haze - burnt and contaminated. The snow on the ground, still around after the blasts radiated a stone-ground mustard hue. This wasn't the cause of fire. It was the cause of gas.

It was hard for him to see, as he lazily trudged forward, eyes squinted, arm held above his face, trying to block the light from his tender pupils. His ears were ringing, blood oozing out of the right. His gas mask had been blown off during the initial blast, leaving him vulnerable.

Around him, men lay strewn amongst the stumps and twisted fences. Arms and legs stuck out of the dirt like devilish signs, pointing the way to more casualties.

The trenches were still caked in mud - the bottom being as deep as 4 feet. Who know what was below the dark surface, suspended in the goo.

His lungs burned for oxygen. Clean air. The mustard gas was seeping into his system, taking control.

This was trench warfare.

Talent

Some people have talent. I believe I do with images and words. People are either born with talent or they build it. I don't think I was born with it, but acquired it over the years.

I am always amazed though when I see someone with immense talent - regardless of what it is. Knitting, painting, singing, swimming. If you are talented in something, I will give you credit.  I may be jealous, but I'll certainly be the first to acknowledge your ability and skill.

This man's talent is indescribable. What's he do? Mold and shape glass. Eyes, to be specific. To be honest, I didn't even know people still used glass eyes - apparently they do and this man is one of the only, if not thee only person on the planet who still makes glass eyes by hand.

How do you learn a craft like this? I have no idea, but its amazing. Until this video, I literally had no idea how glass eyes were made. Call me niave, but I figured some machine in a factory was cranking them out. His artistry is breathtaking. What first started as sand, really does look like eyes, right down to the details in the cornea and pupils.


It's also wonderful to see this man not give up on what he is passionate for and continue on with the tradition that seems to have been passed down through his family.

I know who I'm going to if I ever have an accident...


The Glass Eye Maker from Tomas Leach on Vimeo.

Good Sh*t

I don't know why they would have released this video a week earlier, since it is a Super Bowl commercial, but whatever, it's pretty awesome none-the-less.

I'm also showing it to you since people will be talking about it a lot this week/weekend, so enjoy it now, before it has been widely seen!

Bomb(s)

He took one final breath and he neared the edge and leapt high and far into the air. Hopefully he'd make it to his target. Better yet, he hoped he passed hist target.

Of course he had done this a couple times, but this time, he wanted to show his friends how tough he actually was. He chose the highest point and made his way up there, wondering if it was the smartest of ideas on his climb.

Nope, it wasn't, but at least it was going to be fun.

He had justified wearing shoes just in case the water really was that hard. His friend sat below, waiting for him to scale his goal.

It took him a moment at the top, not only to catch his breath, but also to steady his nerves. As he looked over the edge, all he could think about was that scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Not exactly the image needed at that particular moment.

He sucked it up, took one final breath and he sprinted towards the edge, leaping as far and high as he could.

Looking down was his first mistake, "Fuck, this is a lot higher than 35 feet..."

It was a weird feeling in the air, falling, arms flailing. Time seemed to go by super fast, with everything around him moving in slow motion.

He didn't even feel the water as the bubbles exploded around him.

So Much Dedication

This is absolutely nuts! Not only is it beautiful - the thought of actually making this is almost sickening!

The amount of time required to shoot something like this, and the patience...holy crap


Eatliz - Lose this child animation music video from Eatliz on Vimeo.

Confusion

Ok, to set the record straight, I wouldn't pee gasoline.

I could turn my pee into gasoline after I get it out of my body.

Duuuuhhhhhhh

Super Powers

Damn - wouldn't it be awesome to have super powers? Seriously, stop and think about it.

Everyone knows my loves of Spider Man, the 50+ actions figures (they're not fucking dolls), the stacks of comics, books full of trading cards, the spandex costume. Hell, if I could be anyone, it'd be him (fantasy speaking of course, otherwise I'd b Grohl, but that's another story).

But, what if you had a power. One singular, little power - what would yours be?

Would you conform? Would you want to fly? Become invisible? Have stretchy arms, be able to burst into flames, read peoples' minds?

I mean, realistically any power is possible, especially if you leave it up to your imagination. I thought about it today at work and I think I figured out the power I would want. Now, I know it's a little out on left field, but work with me, I think you'll eventually warm up to it...

If I could choose one power and only one, well, I would want to have the ability to turn my pee into gasoline.

Yeah, you read that right. You're eyes haven't deceived you, I said it, and I know it sounds weird as shit - simply because it is.

I won't defend it. Well, ok, maybe I will.

Think about it - endless gas! No more $3.44 a gallon. No more wallet pains as you fill up your tank. Go home, chug some water, wait....BOOM instant gas. I guess not exactly instant, but pretty quick I should say. You could even monopolize it - make some dough on the side. Drinking water costs $0.00 but you could sell it for even $2 a gallon and you'd still be making bank. Would it require you to drink a lot of water...well yeah, but that's besides the point.

For all you hippies out there too - guess what? It's extremely sustainable! Yay for trees.

If you felt ambitious enough, you could attempt to fight crime. And I said attempt since I think if you tried to pee on a bank robber than light it - there is a good chance you'd be shot by the time you shook, zipped up, and struck the match. I'm just playing the odds though. Maybe you'd be fast enough. Who knows.

What if you don't want to use your powers for good? Hell, become a super villain! It would depend n the size of your bladder, but corner the oil/gasoline market! Undersell them out of business! Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahah (evil laugh).

To be honest, when it comes to super powers, I'm not picky. I'd take just about anything. One power I wouldn't want to have though? Super strength. People would always be asking for you to help them pick stuff up. That's got to be why the Hulk is always so pissed off all the time - everyone just asks him to help them move.

God, what a shit life that would be.