I hate waiting for stuff to dry. At the moment, I'm waiting for some self-leveling gel, some modeling paste pieces, and one truly goopy paint/medium/tissue concoction to stop being so freakin' tacky.


In the meantime, I re-watched the only part of the VMAs that I enjoyed. Enjoy along with me. Start at the one minute mark because Jack Black wasn't very funny and Chris Brown is not very hott. And may I say something that reveals the onset of my old codgerdom? Youth should only be allowed to produce dumb, danceable pop. Translation: Panic! at the Disco and Fall-Out Boy both need to be roughed up.

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