Threat to my sanity #1

Claymation.

Why.

Now, I'm known as a guy without many fears. Heights? I eat those for breakfast. Snakes? I used to pick em up out of my garden with my sister when I was eight. Spiders? I literally picked up a tarantula and put it on my face when I was about 4. The Dark? Well, I only used a nightlite till I was 18.

I thought I was impervious to fear, some kind of He Ranger or Power-Man or something. Life was great.

Then I watched the video for Ready, Able by Grizzly Bear and met that disgusting abomination above. The next 3 minutes were filled with horrible disfigured heads dancing on pedestals, a lizard consuming small dancing claybabies with little claypenises, and a river with a face

yeah

The music video and more claymation horror after the jump

CAUTION

GOD DAMN IS THIS A NEW BLOG IT'S TIME FOR SOME FUCKING RUSTY HOLY SHIT WATCH OUT

If you haven't figured it out yet, i'm Rusty, and you're fucking retarded. I've had a lot of nicknames; rusty, Pwen, mr. motherfucker, Zedi, but I'm sticking with this one, for now.

What's gonna be in this blog? Glad you didn't ask. I don't really know. I'm still contemplating whether the central focus should be around travel or not, but until then it'll be one of those blogs you hate that rambles on about anything and everything.

I won't jump into the personal shit, I know you don't care about that. Instead I'll skim over what I'm about in what will take you 3.7 seconds to crunch down.

Travel
Drinking
Music
Getting dome

i'm cutting this first post short, since introductions and pretexts are what everyone skips over anyway. Later alligator.