Maxx-Marshall

So I saw The Hobbit tonight. I saw it in IMAX in 3D with giant glasses and an american can of Mountain Dew. I won't go into my thoughts on the movie, except that the pale orc looks like something my office mate at Blizzard Carlo Arellano would've drawn... this isn't an art journal, it's a getting it off my chest journal. Today, people have been getting REALLY close to me. I mean REALLY REALLY close. and it's worrying to me because i grew up in Detroit. I grew up in a place where people don't get too close because someone might pickpocket you, or rob you, or take a drunken swing at you. I don;t do well with strangers getting all touch-y feel-y

Hola boys and girls. I wanted to talk about something close to my heart. PAIN... yeah, pain. I'm not in pain, I'm fine, I have no heart pain, I DO have dreams of a daughter with vibrant red stitchwork up her abdomen, but that's neither here nor there. The pain i talk of is the pain inflicted upon you by others. Pain that can cripple, tear and rend. Pain that wiggles it's way into your deepest and stakes claim to any part weak enough to succumb. I'm talking about WORD PAIN... "YOU WILL GET HURT!!!" These words have adorned each and every desk i've had since college. I knew early on that being a creative and passionate person means that I can