Here is another animated gif of Leslie getting all ballet on my ass.
Bye everybody! It was nice knowing y’all.
Do you like happy endings? You do? Then you are a pervert.
I’m sorry it took so long to post this. But writing about this was a daunting task.
The freaks come out at the night before the race. Or at least they have in previous years.
Black cats, open umbrellas, spilled salt, broken mirrors, and absolutely no mouth to mouth contact
These are my confessions.
I rally with booze and learn the true meaning of Dubstep.
Yet another in a long series of excellent nights filled with the best music and people one could ever hope to be around.
I would totally have let my 12 year old son or daughter attend this party.
Getting drunk while the sun’s up is like making love to God with the lights on.
I really wanted to do some dancing at OMG but I just could not stop yawning.
I find I reach the best destinations not when driving, not when walking, but when stumbling.
I ain’t no fancy pants. In fact, my pants are probably the least fancy thing about me.
I got stupid drunk and I don’t even remember taking the last 300 pictures. Luckily I’m an amazing photographer so they all came out awesome. I think I could take mind-blowingly good photographs literally in my sleep.
This is a totally fun thing that happens every third Monday, I think. I don’t know for sure. I’m terrible with details.
This isn’t about Burlesque so much as it is about how much I’m starting to like these girls.
I cannot seem to be sober when someone explains this to me.
Necessity is the mother of invention. It is a necessity that I get a new journal.
Untitled from Jedediah Johnson on Vimeo.
I didn’t have any new content for today so I made this song loosely based on my own life about not having content for the day. Please do your very best to try and enjoy it.
As I grow older, nights like these are fewer and farther between.
Boredom yields mind-blowing optical illusions.
A great dance party is the first official casualty of Snowpacalypse 2K11.
I spent last Thursday surrounded by some seriously crisp treats.
Do me a favor. Before you read this, go find the video for “Just the Two of Us” by Will Smith and listen to the kid who I assume is Jaden Smith say, “Dad, this is a very sensitive subject.” Apply that to this blog post. It’s about God and underage girls.
I really like Kaitlin, for some stupid reason.
Some dope motherfucker named Tyler had a birthday. And I was there.
Okay. I haven’t been doing as much photography as I’d like so I’ve been neglecting this blog. No more. I will post something on this son of a bitch every weekday for a month. That’s my promise to you. So let’s get into it!
These pictures vary in quality from pretty good to okay.
A little cropping. A little photoshop. A little seltzer down your pants.
I get back at Emily for being so hot.
Booze, Second Chances, A Broken Heart, and Amazing Grace. All in the span of two days in the shadow of Christmas.
Dan May is back stateside. Tonight he learned how to make a paper negative. Here is the fruit of our labor. And since I’m all about blending old and new techniques, I effed that ess up in CS5. Boosh! Enjoy.
I get in the Holiday spirit with some kids and Santa.
This entry is from the day between the birthdays of Sean Regan and John Dillinger. There’s a joke somewhere in there involving Sean “Puffy” Combs’ clothing label Sean Jean. But damned if I can find it.
This camera doesn’t totally suck, I guess. But it kind of does.
I’ve always said that when life gives you a chair surrounded by balloons, write a dumb song and make a music video out of it. Here it is. Enjoy.
A girl came over to my house for some serious balloon action!
Indy Weather Report: 12/04/2010 from Jedediah Johnson on Vimeo.
It’s fucking cold.
Once again, I find tremendous fun.
“Memories. Light the corner of my mind. Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.” -Tom Hanks
The only time I get off my soap box is to grab a bar so I can wash your mouth out.
In this post my Thanksgiving makes yours look pretty run-of-the-mill. I’m just sayin’.
This is how you pronounce “Cazh”. Take the word “casual” and cut off the “you all”.
I ask and answer a very deep philosophical question in this one.
For some reason I decided to get catty all over the Fabulous Miss Wendy. Please excuse that.
Nailed it. from Jedediah Johnson on Vimeo.
I applied to Yale, SAIC, and USC. My fingers will be continuously crossed for the next 3 months or so. I’m so glad to be done with them that I wrote a song. Enjoy it.
Bringing the C+ game. At least I passed. No Summer school for me.
I spend a little time alone with a bunch of strangers
“You can’t ask a heroin addict if he wants to skip the library and just do a bunch of heroin.”
I was feeling down so I came to the grocery store to see if I could find something to cheer me up. And I found that something in the form of a Mix-n-match microbrewery six-pack, Break-n-Bake Toll House Mini’s, and the winter issue of King Magazine. If I could put it all in a blender and cook it down to pill form, I could change the game in the anti-depressant market. This post has 6 hyphens.
Warning: I talk about real feeling in this.
No joke. I was on the way to a landfill to dump some yard waste and rotting chicken for a nominal fee, and spotted this place. No cover. I WILL be coming back. Often. I will call it “The KY K”.
I buy another God Damned camera and take a picture of some kind of God Damned water tank.
My field trip to Radio Radio in Fountain Square wherein I attend Andy D’s record release party.
Back in the day I used to talk to girls… IN PUBLIC!?!?
Welcome to my new blog! It’s going to be at least kind of awesome. It should inspire small amounts of awe. It’s going to reflect my fast-paced, no-holds-barred, chicken-in-every-pot, Indianapolis, Indiana lifestyle. To show you what I mean I went out and took a picture of myself in front of our Beef Freezer.
