Jesus... I can't take it anymore.
We're seriously fucked... need $$$... and lots of it.
If any of you fine folks are hankering for something pretty (or disturbing... whatever floats your boat) to hang on your wall, but don't have the artistic inclination to pull of whatever idea for a painting that you may have, contact me...
Portlanders, please... do me a huge favor and learn how to park your fucking cars. Those white lines painted on the lot outside Safeway are not suggestions. If you put your vehicle between them, you'll get, say, 10 cars in the space that you insist will only contain 7.
You are all assholes.
I understand why you never leave this city--the real world will fucking... Read More
Really!?! They don't let you pump your own gas? Haha. At least it makes jobs.
You don't have the market cornered on .75 cars per parking spot, though. But we have epic snow ruts as an excuse - it gets a bit better in the summer here.
I don't get excited about too much these days, but over the past few weeks, I've thrown myself into a project that has had me daydreaming again. The sort of daydreams that you had as a kid imagining your future. Imagining a world in which you're a rock star.
Of course, I have more realistic goals for this project. No rock star status, even... Read More
It isn't as terrifying as I had always imagined that it would be, but so far, WWIII is still pretty scary.
I mean, isn't this what it is? We have troops in multiple countries, carrying out numerous military actions, with the aid of numerous allies...a world engaged in killing. War.
If it isn't shit-nasty yet, it will be soon. Let's just declare it WWIII now... Read More
I write nearly 20 blog posts a day. I write them all in my head. Each one is eloquent and focused. I have things to say, people. Lots of things. But then, something happens...
I sit down with a keyboard and try to remember all of those inspiring words of wisdom and silly tales from my life and, as if by magic, poof--they all slip... Read More
In other news... my head is expanding like a balloon, I have more snot than the human body should be able to produce, and I think someone crept into my room last night and rubbed a handful of gravel and broken glass down my throat. Hoooooooo-ray...