Who fucking knows when it comes to Women.

I am just left with the thought that we men will never understand women. I just don’t get it at all any more…not that I ever really did.

So been a single man near on 3 years & in that time I have had my fun & went out with a delightful lady for 6 months, but I will be honest I was a real assbag & that ended…& now, well lets just say, that bird has flown.

But while we are here, the way that certain women’s minds work is Gods own private mystery. I find some women so vague & non committal, no matter how vague or to the point we as men can be…or should I just say, how I can be.

I like it when it is plain & simple…straight up no messing…tell it how it is, & that way everyone knows where they are, & you can step accordingly. How ever the few of the Fairer Sex that I have been speaking to of late…wait…Fairer Sex, who named them that…ok they might be Fairer on the eye, but hell they are not all Fair that is for damn sure.

So I am being mixture of Upfront, Cavalier & Honest…& it gets me no where. YOU never know where you are & you have no idea where you are going.

Maybe I am talking to the wrong women.

What the fuck is that ?

Why do we all have to play games…straight up & confident should be the order of the day. hell if you are not interested just say so, & fuck the vagueness. But then same as we, Women do like to have someone paying them attention & someone they can keep in their Rainy Day Bag.

Anyway…fuck it, just got to carry on init.

Rant Over.

Since my son has been at the local biological warfare camp, aka, kindergarten, for the past month, I’ve been sicker than a dog since. nothing you can do about it really. today is particular rough, lots of great persian tea, cinnamon, researching on some arabic architecture while jr. sleeps. this track has been on repeat for hours, just another example of why I am grateful to have been the 90s for music. Love and Light to you all.

Just a few shots of what I’ve been keeping myself busy with for the past couple months… construction. There’s something so satisfying about doing things on your own, something you can never experience when you simply pay people to do things for you. I know not everyone knows how or has the means to build part of their own home but I really had no choice. I’m renovating my basement to help make room for the baby I have coming in a couple weeks. I hope I get finished on time.

See the rest here.

Thanks to OTwo I now shall be referred to as Brunbert the Black Conjurer.

Get yours here.

Overtipped the caffeine balance this morning. This has been keeping me entertained for at least two and a half hours.

Peace out mortals, See you on the Astral plaines.

Olfsig the Black Theurge

No, not that kind of vinyl, custom toys. This past weekend our local comic/toy store put on an art show featuring my brother’s custom Munny’s and t-shirts. A few pictures are below, click here to check out the whole gallery.

Spent a great afternoon on saturday at the Milerntor Stadium watching a St.Pauli game, which, we sadly lost, but it’s an experience nonetheless. One of the many reasons I love living here and am proud to be back home where I belong is watching my home team come on to the pitch in probably the most rock n roll manner in the world. Whilst I agree with Mr. Awitan that there is something a little silly about 50 year old men clapping along to ACDC, it sure beats a lot of other shit.

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