If a picture speaks a thousand words…

…Then this one is an encyclopedia series on mental health issues.

I’m tired of yelling at people. You want to know why what George Lucas is doing to the original Star Wars trilogy is un-fucking-acceptable? I give up. Here.

Imagine telling someone you admire the Mona Lisa and this is what they see.

It’s just a movie, Brian! Sure, it’s just a movie that was adored by millions everywhere and was part of our shared cultural heritage on this planet earth. On that note the Mona Lisa is just a painting and the Bible is just a book. A good book… but a book nonetheless.

On a side note Mona Snooki is kinda smokin’.

We went for a stroll with Maya and it turned into one of the most adorkable videos I’ve ever cut. I used to love this Amuro Namie song when I was a younger man… but it was always missing something. Suffice to say, I’ve fixed it with the addition of Maya.

The Stewarts at Yanticaw Park from F is for Film on Vimeo.

This will be fantastic material to embarrass her with when she’s twenty.

My friend Megan Crispini recently started a flickr page for her photographs

I know the temptation is to be a jaded asshole and say, “I’ve seen enough pretty pictures, thank you,” but I like Megan’s compositions and her excitement behind the camera translates into her work. I especially like the above photo. It’s like the beautiful blue sky is locked in the reflection.

I have been derelict in my duties to tell you how awesome being a fucking dad is. Well, now I have. Here are some pictures of our happy fucking family. This is pretty much the best year of my entire life. I got the bump up to Producer/Director at work (finally getting paid for what I’ve been doing all along,) and I got my Maya. Happiness abounds.

And here’s us sleeping in bed with her. I elbow dropped her this morning accidentally but I’m calling it homage to the recently deceased Macho Man Randy Savage.. so it’s OK.

I’M FLOATING ON AIR. Weighed down no more by the mop, I feel like I could star in a pharmaceutical commercial.

This is the work of my new stylist, Rumi. We don’t yet have the bizarre shorthand and secret languages between us that I shared with my previous stylist. The color I chose is an ash but on black hair it just gets sort of burnt. I wouldn’t call it ash at all. My hair barely survived the dyeing process as it went from thin spaghetti to capellini, so we really couldn’t risk anything more drastic. I fully intended to go wild but maybe my hair refused the request for revolution. Maybe the spirit energy of my unborn child intervened. I didn’t use any product in this shot, opting to go with a fresh spring feel. I think it could look pretty edgy with the right styling though.

Updated the pics section with a silly photo we took while shooting a parade near Santa Land in Boonton. Which is unpronounceable as anything but Boo-ton or Boo Town. I claim it in the name of the boo.

Quality sucks cause it was taken with a piss poor cell camera.

Germany’s Knut the Polar Bear turned Two Years Old. He is one extremely photogenic bear.

If it would please the court, CUUUTE!

photos courtesy of Reuters.

Updated the Yoro MySpace with new photos of ying and I from a shoot we did with kat back in October.

Added a banner to the top of the page and some shots from the shoot which I called STORY in SOUND, because I’m pretentious and self important like that.

Go check ‘em out! Kat took some really fun, interesting sort of shots.

 It’s me! OK, let me explain.

I was going through a box of old things and I came across an old print out from an amusement machine called “Cinderella Magic” made by Japanese software manufacturer TAITO. As you can see it “magically” projected what I would look like had I been a girl (and born in a dimension of cheap-looking, pixelized computer graphics.) Apparently, I would look like jail bait. And I would wear so much makeup my ears and neck would be a different color from my face. Kidding aside, I’m a cutie-pie.

The really entertaining part wasn’t even the gender bender visual it was the description of what kind of girl I would have been based on my face.

If you had been a female you would have been the type of whipsmart, gifted girl that seems hard to approach. You would have always looked at men with a no-nonsense intensity, and you would have had them bending to your whims with a glance over the rims of your glasses. You would be the type of woman other women look up to. (And here’s my favorite part) Just be careful of Mama’s Boys who would try and treat you like a queen/matron.    

Don’tchu wish your girlfriend was hot like me?I promise never to mention this again.