Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Lets Be Professional For A Second...

I haven't written on here in forever. Have no urge to. Too busy with shit to even if I had the urge to. But, anyway, where to begin...

Heart Shaped Taco. I was coming up with idea names for a production company, and that's what came out of my demented mind. Right now I own heartshapedtaco.com. As of this moment, that address forwards you to this blog for lack of a better thing to do with it. Scott wants to use that name for a shirt company that he's been wanting to do with me for years. Thing is, the only time we got the courage to go through with it, it involved me trying to buy Goolsby's shirt press off of him, and him never getting back to me when he decided to sell it and I made an offer on Scott and I's desire to buy it off him. But whatever. I have C.J. "PandaFresh" Ruiz, hopefully, drawing up a logo as we speak. What am I gonna do with it? I dunno. Maybe ask J.V. to do a Wolf Print limited run of t-shirts with that design on it until I come up with something better to do with my time and money.

Why did I even start thinking up this name and thinking of "production company" nonsense? Well, I decided to start posting concert photos on a Flickr account and have intentions of selling prints of them. Right now, some of them are up at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ramystein/sets/

Nothing too exciting right now. The real gems are stashed away in an old shoe box, sitting in some nether region of one of my bedroom closets. A shit-ton of photos of the Misfits and Mister Monster from the mid-to late 90s as well as some other horror themed punk bands I snapped photos of over the years I would sneak into clubs with a disposable camera down my pants. Well, they weren't always like that, some places let you take pictures and that's when my digital camera would come out.

But who cares. If anyone wants a print of some of the shittier shot pictures I have up now, get at me. I need to make an @heartshapedtaco.com email so I don't give out my shit to weirdos I don't need hitting up my personal email, but for now leave a comment on this, or text me if you have my cell phone #. If not, I dunno... fuck a duck.

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