A lofty heaven

throw han solo and ozzie smith in that there heaven and i might even consider showing up for one of those sing-songy services for jeebus and company.

nah. i'm lyin'.

i mean, crazy as this picture seems, isn't all religious iconography this fucking crazy?

yes.

yes it is.

a hippy dude in the clouds hangin' out with an old white beardin' sky daddy, lookin' down at a red clad satan below. 

talking trees and parting seas and magical water that turns into wine!

OOOOOOOH YEAHHHH!!!

(image via tcd)

If ya wanna pick a hero to worship...

... don't pick pansy ass jesus.

don't pick staunch and stubborn mohammed.

forget that trippy hippy buddha.

follow han fucking solo.

now THAT'S a fucking hero.

Projecting the iconic rogue

growing up, there was no one i wanted to be more than han solo. okay, maybe i wanted to be ozzie smith more than han solo, but just barely.

solo appealed to me because of his no-nonsense-let's-get-past-the-bullshit-and-lemee-get-the-girl attitude.

who doesn't wanna be a strapping rogue who defies all the odds?

i guess when it comes to ideal self-image, little has changed since my youth.

it's amazing what a blaster and a shitload of confidence can do for a man.

uh-MAZE-ing.