authenticwaffles

saludos & feliz cumpleaños, 
do you even two cakes bro?🏋️


hbd-2-lc,2023.🎂

🎂🎂's

aperion 

Arlen Maltby needed a vacation. Work was unbearable, the neighbors were encroaching on his hammock time, and the seasonal allergens had returned for one final scrimmage. Unfazed by the recession and the gloomy weather report, Arlen extricated his favorite duffel bag from the attic and began to pack. 

“Hrmmm, yes…yes Smooches, I am declaring the next seventy-two hours: vacation time!” he announced to his favorite calico. 

“One would be wise to pack two sets of swim trunks, but I shall up the ante and pack three! Just in case!” 

“Sunscreen, check! Heh heh, safety first!” 

Arlen moved in such a way that it seemed his hands were afire. Rushing to and fro, rifling through dresser drawers, grabbing at outfits, tossing his favorites into the bag with frenzied precision. 

“I am go-ing on vay-cay-tion. I am go-ing down south. If you love Piña cola-das, you gotta throw them in your mouth!” He sang the improvised song to the melody of the Rupert Holmes classic, ‘Escape’.  

“Should I bring the gillie suit? Nah, no room for it. I will leave it with you Smooches.” 

His trusty calico purred softly before raising her legs akimbo to aggressively lick her undercarriage. The telephone in the kitchen came to life, startling Smooches, who quit the room and sprinted into the foyer. Arlen, who was now mid-shave, lathered in his very best shaving cream, raced to the kitchen to unseat the phone receiver from its cradle. 

“Hello hell-o, Arlen Maltby speaking.” 

On the other end of the phone the sound of laughter and faint music could be heard; then a nervous voice penetrated the foreground. 

“Ah, yes uh, hello Arlen..? This is, um…Hasdrubal.” said a quiet, stammering voice on the other end of the line.

“Hasdrubal, you son of a bitch! How are you today my friend?!” Arlen stated with gusto.

“I, uh, yeh I’m fine, Arlen. I was just calling to see what you uh, what you…thought about my latest rooster drawing, uh did you get a kick out it?” Hasdrubal was stuttering and incoherent. Arlen assumed the worst.

“Yeh, of course! It was super, Hasdrubal! Say, how are you doing, is everything okay? I’m about to take a little personal vacation myself, headed out to the coast to catch some rays. Perhaps you’d want to jump on the next flight to meet me? Do you like the beach Hasdrubal?”

There was a long pause. “Uh, yeah, I suppose the beach is okay. Hehe, like sand castles are alright, I guess. Um, I’m just gonna stay here and draw more roosters, I do hope you uh, you…understand.” 

Hasdrubal had a voice that jumped timbres often, cracking and shifting, sometimes sounding like the voice of a child with too many candies inside their mouth. 

“Sure thing, no sweat Has. Anyhow, I still need to find a sitter for Smooches, so I should probably run.” 

Arlen was digging out some paint chips from beneath his fingernails; ‘Can’t have these nails looking too unsightly…do I have time for a quick trip to the manicurist?’ he thought to himself as the impasse grew. Arlen continued to dig at the finger nails.  

“Uh, yeh okay. Cool, well I have to uh, um…you have a fun vacation, Arlen. Okay bye.” And with that the line went silent. Arlen did not even have a chance to wish Hasdrubal farewell. 

“Hmmm, what an odd bird that Hasdrubal is, wouldn’t you agree Smooches? Oh yes, yes of course you agree, Smooches.” 

The friendly calico was kneading the taper of Arlens corduroy trousers, purring with aplomb. 

“Yes, an odd one indeed. Well, Smooches, shall we find a sitter for you?"

Arlen tapped away at the screen of his cellular phone, requesting the sitter through an SMS text message, one of the true miracles of the modern world. 

All packed, and with a caretaker secured for the feline, Arlen searched his Members Only jacket for his favorite sunglasses. 

“Ah, here you are, come to daddy!” he exclaimed, retrieving the glasses from the right breast pocket. 

One last check of the pageboy hairdo in the mirror, and he was off for the convertible. The car started with a rumble and a plume of exhaust coughed itself out of the tail pipe. 

“Alright, lets fuckin party!” Arlen screamed as he threw the car into reverse. The evening breeze felt wonderful against his fresh shave. All of his neighbors waved as he drove by, some blew kisses. Eventually the convertible exited the cul-de-sac.  

“Freedom, finally…my reward.”

When he settled the highway, Arlen fished around inside of a bag of cassettes on the passenger seat, looking for just the right one to set the mood.

“Oh, haha, the cassette dear Hasdrubal mailed last month, guess I will give it another try!” He slammed the tape into the car stereo and the beat began to fade in. 

“Heh, not bad Hasdrubal, not bad at all.” After several minutes, the tape had ended.

“Guess I’ll see what’s on the radio.” 

Arlen fiddled with the tuner until he heard the familiar chorus of ‘Black Dog’ by Led Zeppelin. Arlen turned the receiver all the way up and began to sing along. 

The vacation was off to a great start.     

arlen goes on vacation

a collection of voice memo field recordings from my cellphone.
side A: ribbit collage
side B: frog legs on linoleum flooring

by 🧇

pond e.p.


the ⭕️🐅 kids suture themselves together & make an avant-garde album using tape splices. far out.

by 🧇 

concrète

⭕️🐅/🐅⭕️
debut cassette from cabal & the caballeros
side a: the gm song, santiago has advice about radishes, gn frens
side b: human kernel theme song, waffle sleng teng, the ngmi song


jpeg&mp3 by 🧇

cassette

littlecakes

created in celebration of pipi universel's birthday which coincides with the 7 7 23 coe con family event
everything is connected

this visual was born out of token OBJKT#759651 wenwaffles ll tribute piece by pipi with ai assistance
vocals by little cakes


kira kira pipi

collage drawing created using aesthetic computer and finger quilt both by digitpain & stable diffusion ai outputs
audio created by littlecakes in her basement and using bedtimestory hugging face space by sylvain filoni
the title "fuck you this is corn" is in honor of a band named rice 
long live weird 

fuck you this is corn fuck you this is corn fuck you this is corn corn corn corn

once upon a time there was a brave wrestler called corny. he lived in a mysterious kingdom filled with ancient preserved heads. corny was brave and strong but he was also kind and cheerful. the ancient preserved heads gave corny a special mission to fight against evil in the kingdom. they gave him special weapons - a bag of colorful happiness and corn. everyday he would throw his bag of colorful happiness into the sky and it would fill the sky with rainbows and sunshine. and when he mixed corn with his special moves, he could defeat the bad guys. thanks to corny the kingdom was soon filled with happiness and joy. everyone was happy to have corny in their midst and he became a hero. the end.

corn corn corn corn



fuck you this is corn

a tribute to coe con nation, two corns, and the magic of unicorns
everything is connected

raw upscaled ai image + digital border and animation
musical arrangement and performance created with creevo-music (ai assisted) + manipulation & filter added in audacity
lyrics by littlecakes

ワンツー　ワンツー　コーコン
ツーワン　ツーワン　コーコン
二つのとうもろこし
一つの角のユーニコーン
ユーアンドミー　ユーアンドミー
ハッピー　フレンドリー

coe con two corns unicorn

arlenmaltbymusic

wake up brian 
first part of music made using this online app
https://www.beepbox.co/#9n31s0k0l00e0ft2ma7g0fj08r1i0o432T1v1u84f10r8q011d35AcF8B5Q0259P8998E0T1v1ua9f0qo1321d23A0F0B2Q2010Pf770E261278T1v1ue7f10p7q0331d08A0F5B3Q0140Pea77E361b627638T3v1uf8f0q0x10p71d08S-IqiiiiiiiiiiiiE1bib4h4zhmu5d94i4id5pUAQdh4x4h8000004h8nypAUd5op26zFE_1794tF7khQAsAhRAth78Wyeh8XPLVPtB97ss78UcOWzLVMsP4tpQYzJ8W2eUzFAOewzJ8Wif8Gqye68Xie28WieAzF8V72Atp7mhQAtlx7uhQAszH8X3bG8XqqqqqGVBFE-ieEzG8WjzVMtFMthHO-wLxOe38WyewzE8VaqYkAsyhTAtx74x7ohVL4s8hS6LihQ4tcg4uh4th71OddqrnVISHqqrcL9kjbBoJ17gaPq_p6CR_JWSlGUh_2eOHu5EG5F5Oc8YCYFAWyepNqhpIF8VGsOYPx7zdjhYyewzE8W2e1FFFFFFFBZ979Asd0QTmllQRR09HFEOjnHefDxthHW1vkubPFWie0e3DyZpBOewOW2ewWuubMhBOdcFp7ukSBZp7qhS5ZVBX1jA4t17ghRAs0hQAtp6

motivational speach and guitars by Arlen Maltby and santiago

wake up brian 

dance or not 

HUMAN KERNEL

one year of Human Kernel 
thanks to you all

shake head and sip tea

artisajob

 Tried to find at the end of my thoughts about life a challenging silence that would put me in my place and when there I could start elaborating slowly and making a better understandment for myself and to others of what is a melted candy and glass exploding horse with seven limbs and a heart in which you can keep beers as in a cooler and the statues of our ancestors were just light projections in our favorite shirts 

art by Arlen Maltby & santiago
@neymrqz

dance with a part of me as a company and this part could be just my memory

⭕️🐅/🐅⭕️
tribute to objkt#748579 minted by Waffles Jun 18, 2022


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