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This is the Age of Miracles, Doctor…

Tada! Portable telekinesis rig for photography. I used an old tripod that won’t support the weight of my 50D and its battery grip, the post from my sign from when I counterprotested Westboro Baptist bitching about the start of gay marriage in Connecticut, and some 3.5” cedar cubes. Oh, and 30 pound monofilament line, some rope, and a fifteen pound barbel as a counterweight. I think I’ll bring the monofilament up to Boston with me tomorrow in case someone wants to make a Pop Tart hover near their mouth or something.

How I feel when I walk into a Kill La Kill story and see in the author’s notes that they’re de-gaying Ryūko and Mako because they “don’t agree with it”…

How I feel when I walk into a Kill La Kill story and see in the author’s notes that they’re de-gaying Ryūko and Mako because they “don’t agree with it”…

Ah yes, the Nineties. Back when the president’s biggest problem was blowjobs rather than no jobs.

(Source: the-fault-in-our-deathstar)

Reblogged from thephotohoar

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

joehundredaire:

Following up on Becky from Twin-Cosplay calling me out in their video, here’s mine. Since I’m near the tail end of my personal circle of friends to get hit with this, I had to think a bit when it came to passing it on. I’m pretty sure that my friend Kat will in fact kill me for passing it her way but hey. I fell into a waterfall to get pics of her cosplay. Turnabout is fair play. I’m also nominating beleggs and fibonaccisgoldensnare because they’re both pretty damn awesome and I think it’d be a great way to start pushing it through a chunk of the cosplay community that I sorta exist on the periphery of as a photographer. I’m reasonably sure that I would have seen it on Tumblr or Instagram if they had but I may have missed something. Figured it was worth a shot anyway.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take a very warm shower.

The fact that they’re wearing a Frozen T-shirt here  is making me giggle right now :D

I wore it for Becky (the girl who challenged me) because she cosplays as Elsa.

Reblogged from thefingerfuckingfemalefury

Following up on Becky from Twin-Cosplay calling me out in their video, here’s mine. Since I’m near the tail end of my personal circle of friends to get hit with this, I had to think a bit when it came to passing it on. I’m pretty sure that my friend Kat will in fact kill me for passing it her way but hey. I fell into a waterfall to get pics of her cosplay. Turnabout is fair play. I’m also nominating beleggs and fibonaccisgoldensnare because they’re both pretty damn awesome and I think it’d be a great way to start pushing it through a chunk of the cosplay community that I sorta exist on the periphery of as a photographer. I’m reasonably sure that I would have seen it on Tumblr or Instagram if they had but I may have missed something. Figured it was worth a shot anyway.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take a very warm shower.

thatwasamomentforme:

going-to-faerie-see-ya-never:

all-four-cheekbones:

daftwithoneshoe:

Shut up. I needed a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog.

Honestly, if you don’t need a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog, it had better be because you already have a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog.

Now I want pancakes

I want a kitten

I want a kitten made of pancakes. But not pancakes made of kittens. Eww.

(Source: prismspalette)

Reblogged from theshatteredsilhouette

Twin-Cosplay Does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

Welp, I guess I gotta get my shit together cuz someone finally called me out. And think of who I’m gonna call out. Because I’m pretty sure - read: have been told explicitly - that I’m going to be $100 poorer and then likely single if I call mutantlexi out for it.

mutantlexi:

Still one of my favorite scenes in any movie.

Oh and joehundredaire, the bouncer at the door, that’s your dad John Enos.

Isn’t that the same smirk he makes when he’s talking about Loni Love?

Reblogged from mutantlexi

Can’t believe nobody did the part with them at Fury’s little hideaway full of goodies as “SUPPLIES MOTHERFUCKER”.

(Source: gazzymouse)

Reblogged from rivernokk

FIC: Another One Bites the Dust (Prologue)

Just a bit of a teaser for a larger story that’ll be coming as soon as mutantlexi get all the art together for a series of posts I hope to release all in one day…

When her time on Earth came to a close, it wasn’t with a bang but rather with a whimper. Dozens of magic users were among the forces that the Circle of the Black Thorn sent against them in Los Angeles. Diminished greatly by her resurrection and further weakened by Wesley’s damnable Mutari Generator, it was all too easy for them to defeat her through the ultimate act of cowardice: banishment. One moment, she was fighting three demons at once, inwardly amused at the fact that they thought themselves capable of defeating her. And then the world rippled around her and she realized that they had no desire to defeat her, only distract her.

They called her new home the ‘Kyln’, a prison that floated deep in the blackness between stars. Guarded by the ‘Nova Corps’, it was their place to dispose of beings who posed too great a threat to the populace to remain in terrestrial prisons. While at first she did not qualify as such, that soon changed when several of the inmates attempted to assert dominance over her. She painted the walls of her cell with their blood as a warning, and took the head of the most interesting-looking male as a trophy.

The next morning, her daily meeting with one of the Nova Corps members deviated from the expected script: they were no longer interested in removing her from the prison and sending her to live on Xandar while they tried to figure out a minimally disruptive way of returning to Earth.

So she remained in the Kyln. She hungered not, thirsted not, and required no sleep. After the first twenty deaths, she took a twenty-first life and claimed their cell as her new domain; she had begun taking trophies from each challenger as a warning to others and had run out of room in her original, smaller cell. The inmates grew to respect or fear her, leaving only the new arrivals to commit ‘suicide by Illyria’ as she heard one woman refer to it.

And then one day, everything changed. Her supernatural hearing could not penetrate every corner of the station, nor did she wish it to, but it did reach the processing area that new arrivals were herded through. One of them possessed the song of the green in addition to being able to speak like an animal. The other was even more fascinating.

Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973, that song belongs to me!”

This is why nobody follows me on #swarm/#foursquare (at Burger King)

This is why nobody follows me on #swarm/#foursquare (at Burger King)

beleggs:

I found the fabric I needed for Cassie in the remnant bin I’m so happy.  And if I have extra I’m considering making Jessica Drew because I fucking love her design so much.  Sad dead ant girl in progress.

Yesgoodpleaseletmeshootthis @_@

beleggs:

I found the fabric I needed for Cassie in the remnant bin I’m so happy.
And if I have extra I’m considering making Jessica Drew because I fucking love her design so much.
Sad dead ant girl in progress.

Yesgoodpleaseletmeshootthis @_@

Tagged • cassie langstatureyoung avengerscosplay
Reblogged from beleggs
emir-dynamite:

sharkchunks:

iandsharman:

notahoe:

my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”
“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"
"You’ll get off when I tell you to."

…totally gonna find this when we go to New York and take a picture of mutantlexi standing under it.

emir-dynamite:

sharkchunks:

iandsharman:

notahoe:

my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”

“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"

"You’ll get off when I tell you to."

…totally gonna find this when we go to New York and take a picture of mutantlexi standing under it.

Reblogged from ohgodhesloose
ladylike-maniac:

fit-fierce-fab4ever:

60ibs-to-go:

My kind of marathon 

there’s another kind?

This is our life.

Not gonna lie, this is kinda how I picture rivernokk and maliceandvice behaving…

ladylike-maniac:

fit-fierce-fab4ever:

60ibs-to-go:

My kind of marathon 

there’s another kind?

This is our life.

Not gonna lie, this is kinda how I picture rivernokk and maliceandvice behaving…

(Source: memewhore)

Reblogged from katiekat2014

Skipped Connecticut ComiCONN today to go photograph a V-J Day memorial celebration in Newington. Part of it involved the local chapter of the Quilts of Valor Foundation presenting quilts to ten veterans who survived the Battle of Iwo Jima. Con will still be there tomorrow. Seeing old men get ridiculously happy over a homemade blanket made today for me.

On a personal note, the short-haired woman in a red shirt who appears with two different veterans is my mom and five of the quilts were made at least in part by her. The foundation accepts that not all people have all skills, and so she works with other women whose skills dovetail with hers, mailing bits and pieces back and forth across New England - or sometimes even driving hours each way - to make these quilts. So far, Quilts of Valor has delivered 104,068 quilts to a combination of injured veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan as well as World War II veterans who are making Honor Flights to Washington DC to see the new memorial before they pass. My step-grandfather received one as a part of that second category.

Even if you can’t think of a way that this is directly relevant to your life, please pass it on. You might have a cosplaying friend who could help piece blocks that could become a quilt, or a friend whose parent or grandparent is looking for something to do now that they’re retired. It’s a really awesome program, and after meeting the veterans today, I feel like something worthwhile came out of those random drives to longarmers’ houses and all the times I got put to work because I was the only one tall enough to hold up the quilt without it hitting the ground and it had to be documented before being shipped off to its intended veteran.