My brother is back at our place and safe. Thank you to those reblogging the previous posts. I’ll update them shortly to reflect this.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
There have been a few sightings of my brother (far left in this picture) since he went missing. We’re still trying to gauge the legitimacy of them but we’ve put together a map of them so far.
Again, if you know of anyone in south England, especially Hants/Hampshire, please do let them know to keep an eye out for him.
After several days, my friend Ryan’s brother is still missing. Please keep his image circulating by reblogging or otherwise sharing with friends, especially if you have friends in the Hants/Hampshire area of south England - but even if you don’t. Your friends have friends, who have friends, and so on. You never know who might see your post and put two and two together. Thanks.
Failure - Daylight - Live in LA 2/13/14
Yup. They sound great. And huge.
It would take approximately thirty-nine Arcade Fires to create the same sound that these three guys made in this performance.
My brother disappeared over the weekend. I’d gone down to see him and my mom. We were watching a movie at around 10:30pm, when he stood up and went to the kitchen. He then presumably walked out.
I went to see where he was after about 20 minutes. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed/hoped he’d gone out for a cigarette and a walk.
We went out to search for him and hour or so later, and phoned the police about 3 hours after that. We’ve done everything we can since then, including posting flyers and searching everywhere. It’s been 36 hours now. The temperature has been around 0° C both evenings and it’s been raining as of last night.
If you know anyone in south England - especially in Hants/Hampshire - I’d really appreciate if you could point them toward this post, ask them to take a quick glance at the picture and keep it in mind when travelling over the next few days. We believe he’s been off his anti-psychotics medication for around 5 days. He’s not violent at all, nor a hazard to anyone but himself. He will probably be confused, with some periods of lucidity. If found, please immediately contact the Hampshire police on the non-emergency number 101, referencing case #200 from 16th February 2014.
Thursday night on the couch, watching Chopped (Episode 225 - All-Burger Meal).
- hamburger buns
- chocolate peanut clusters
- shaved coconut
- sesame seeds
Me to Heather, mockingly predicting what the annoying male contestant is going to make: “Derrrrrp. Yeah I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger!”
Audio from the TV: “I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger.”
Me to the TV: I told you! Goddammit! You’re so predictable!
Me to Heather: If the next girl makes French Toast, I’m going to kill someone tonight!
Me, mockingly predicting to the TV what the respectable female contestant will make: “I’m going to make Coconut Ice Cream and a Hamburger Bun French Toast!”
Audio from the TV: “I’m going to prepare a Shaved Coconut Ice Cream and Hamburger Bun French Toast.”
Heather, terrified and jumping away from me: “Oh!My!God! BB! WHO ARE YOU GOING TO KILL?!
Both of us: *uncontrollable laughter*
Cheer up, Mr. Urinal. At least you’re not a toilet. (at Instructional Support Center)
💙💚 1 year date-iversary
It’s safe to say it was the happiest year of my life!
I think I’d give 175 days to save the world from dubstep, particularly the way it has infested nearly every other genre.
PSH’s alma mater. (at Fairport High School)
You know it’s going to be a rough day at work when you send this gif as a reply to an email to your entire department.
A few more scenes from the second day of our drive down Highway 1 (details in the photo captions.).
Following the sunset, we continued driving deeper into Big Sur as darkness enveloped the coastline. With fading energy, we pulled into the Big Sur Taphouse to pause for a snack and some WiFi. The microwaved pizza was abysmal, but the atmosphere was inviting and comfortable. We decided to try to press on and drive through Big Sur overnight, but about 20 minutes later - when we passed a deer on the right side of the road (between us and a cliff-face to the ocean) - we agreed it would be safer to simply pull off and sleep in the car, which we did. The pizza was smelling up the car, so I placed the box outside underneath and we closed our eyes. I woke in the middle of the night to see the moon setting into the Pacific and I watched it quietly while Heather slept beside me. When the light of a new day had grown bright enough to wake us, we got out to stretch. I looked under the car but the pizza box had been blown straight across the expanse of gravel to the edge of the cliff where we had just answered nature’s call; it narrowly missed an unfortunate repurposing as a toilet. I walked over and picked a “flower” from one of the countless dry-but-beautiful brushes that we’d driven past. Back in the car we continued southbound, a bright new day rising in front of us with each turn along the edge of the continent. (at Big Sur)
A special wish of love and secret luck later this week from Chuckie for Steve.
I’ll always remember Chuckie because he always brought me so much joy from so far away.
I hope wherever he is now, he’s got a fine selection of crazy balls to choose from.
Much love to Cary and Duff and Fuzz today. We love you.