I have too many projects going right now.

I'm also worried I'm going to lead a complete life of being completely unimpressed !Except by how much Tawnya loves me and thinks I'm totally awesome!

Months ago I was looking for a messenger bag; specifically a cool one that wasn't plain. I had ZERO luck in this department. I found one that was cool, but it was a limited run, and after looking all over the web for it at work I could only find it in stock, in Germany...And they only shipped to Germany!

Eventually I gave up and decided to get a plain one and make it cool. 3 months later I finished my goal!


I was on a huge kick of Giant Squid vs. Sperm Whale for awhile. I have all these graphics that I never finish or finish and have no use for (like that lion graphic that's up there for no reason), so I decided to put this on my bag and it turned out pretty well. I think it could be better, but in order for that to happen I would have needed a lot more money and equipment.


There's more paint on there than I'd like, and it's not as clean as a screen print or heat appliqué but I think it's way better than some boring old black bag. I maybe want to put something on the right of the bag but until I think of something completely awesome I'm brave enough to leave the empty space.

I've kind of sort of maybe just a little been considering starting up a side project of wearables and other odd crafty items for sale, but my next goal is to get my portfolio/concept website live and kickin. Then maybe I'll allow myself a new project.

I saw this outside a mall this weekend:


Give her a black eye and she'll never forget! This is a real poster, I swear.


I saw this two weekends ago:


I wasn't aware the barbarian raver scene was so prolific in Seattle. I need a caption for it because I couldn't think of a barbarian equivalent of Ecstasy.

I had a really bad day, and now I can't sleep.

Something I can do without:

Fits of momentary panic

Not panic for no reason panic, panic induced by pure stupidity on my part. For instance! I use my toolbox AKA wallet to buy groceries, and put it away. Moments later on my personal inventory, which I do rather often, I cant find it! WHERE IS IT! DID I DROP IT!? OH MAN THIS IS LAME! ITS NOT THERE! ITS GONE! I SHOULD CALL MY BANK! AND GO TO THE DMV TO GET A NEW ID AND oh wait, it's in my other pocket.

I want to wear goggles, a helmet, and an aviator jacket; ride around in a motorcycle sidecar in search of adventure and enlightenment.

I should also be named Rusty Cartelson. The driver of said motorcycle will be Harry Salisbury.


Log cabins. Lots of those too.

I got hurt at work today.

My job title is Communications Administrator. I get paid to make ads, do e-mail marketing, manage our website...Office/design stuff, you know? Nice and safe stuff, my worst fear is back problems from a crappy chair and carpel tunnel.

Today, instead, I was moving furniture half the day from our closed office. Furniture like filing cabinets and desks no one wants, and is total junk but we have to have. Moving the second storage locker up the stairs it was easiest to pull it up the stairs on it side and have my co-worker (Let's call him "S" for short) push from the bottom. Think Skiing down a flight of stairs, only upwards, and instead of skiing it's a storage locker.

The stairs are uneven so the top of this storage locker slams into the top of the next stair, and I have to lift it up over the lip and we tug and push it up. Around the top of the stairs instead of the top of this storage locker hitting the top of the stairs, it hit the top of my ankle.

I've never bled that much before, quite a few things were ruined in the process. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal and I'm fine.

For the curious I took some pictures while I had a chance, don't complain to me if you look and get grossed out:

Since the last time you've heard from me my life has been changed.

Four weeks ago I needed to shave badly, but for some reason, I refrained. When asked of my plans with it, I could only reply "I don't know." Yet it was there; for some reason, and I had to keep it. The reason why remained unknown to me.

Saturday, March 3 2007

10:45 - Walk into venue
SPM Thinks: Finally I can cross Fu Manchu off my list of bands I have to see. They're going to be so awe...

What is this...Heavenly tit throbbing rock coming from the stage!

Just then I gazed upon the greatest band in existence; bathed in bright light and covered in denim and facial hair. At first glance I thought it had to be a band of no less than five Lemmy's. No, it was Valient Thorr. The deafening rock pounded my ear drums relentlessly. It was then a voice in my mind exploded over the sounds and said "If you grow it, it will rock beyond all conscious levels of existence"

My thoughts, instantly set in Carbonite. This is why I've not shaved in 2 months! This is why I've come to this show! A heavenly sight of rock in a godless fury of power and excellence.

A beard. Yes! It's so perfect.

Three day weekends are exciting.

What's more exciting is I'm a proud new owner of a sexy and useful 9" x 12" Intuos3 Wacom Tablet.

When it finally came in the mail I was so excited it was like Maury Povich told me I wasn't the Father!