So I haven't had anything good to say to everyone lately but I just realized that I should have been plugging the art of our friends Craig and Kim way more than I have on the site. It's fucking kick ass and totally up the Suicidegirls alley. The reason I thought of it is that they just shared a bit of a story with Crista last weekend -- apparently Craig sometimes ego surfs looking for references to his art and was surprised to see his name pop up on a porn site. Well, he followed the link and found my profile here. Tadaa! Well, here's the plug:

These guys rock the world with their freaky, fantastic art. We have 5 pieces (one being a huge tryptic that was featured in one scene in the movie Traffic and another a double work they made for our wedding) of theirs and there are at least a dozen others we'd love to have, if we had the money. They have a few other high profile customers, my personal favorite being Jonny Depp (who has a whole bunch of their stuff, including some pieces that crushed us when we heard he'd bought them). Craig does all kinds of media including a blooming career in magazine illustration and Kim does a lot of cool sculpture/found-materials stuff (sometimes with Craig -- we have one of those). Here's a couple of clips of stuff of theirs we own.

This is the first piece we bought from Craig, shortly after we met the two of them.


Heck, just head over to their website and check them out! Kick ass!

There ya go. A better picture that includes me and my honeybunny. I wonder how she'll feel if I tell her that I put her pic up on SG. Probably weird and cool at the same time. She's not a member but does browse the site now and again. She used to date cute little girls so it does have a little something for her, but I don't think she's not big on photographs (other than your super-fantastic-Lithium-Picnic-style bondage stuff). Guess we'll see.

Ugh. Toronto. Cool place if you have money and energy. I have neither. I can't even curl up with a warm woman cause she's in another fucking country. Damn. The sad part is that I came all the fucking way up here to the cold North to make a shitload of money and have yet to see a dime of it. Three months I've been here now. The first check made it but has yet to clear. Damn. So I'm suck here in a hotel room by myself with nothing but SG and my MP3 player (even my laptop sucks and can't play any games) and all my credit cards are maxed out. What a craphole to be in. Even the constant room service is starting to get a little old and I'm sick to death of the three restaurants within walking distance. Guess it's time to get my shit together and start walking the city and getting off at random subway stops. Course I'm flying round trip to SLC every week so I don't even get weekends here to explore anymore.

Hold crap, I need a new profile picture. Fuck, the one I have was a test shot on Crista's camera phone. My hair looks stupid (and isn't even green anymore) and the nice low angle makes me look about 50% fatter than I already am.

Oh, and did I mention how much I hate the fuckers running my country? It really took spending some serious time in one that isn't run by gibbering idiots with the mental capacity of 6 year olds to really work up a good froth. Add in the hours of time to myself to read idiot wingnut blogs and every news source on Earth and I'm ready to go on a fucking shooting spree. I just wish I was still in my 20s and had the energy to do something about it. Sigh.

Holy crap, has a lot happened. Crista stopped barfing, was extra pregnant, started barfing again, I got a new job in Toronto, spent 2 weeks in Toronto, got a call at 6:30 in the morning saying Crista was in labor, headed to the airport like a fucking madman, stood in a 6000 person line to make it through immigration, sat in the departure lounge and got another call saying that Crista was about to have our daughter, 10 minutes later got yet another call to hear our daughter crying for the first time, made it to the hospital in Utah 8 hours later, spent 2 weeks cleaning barf off of things, and headed back to Toronto for another 3 weeks. And that's leaving out a lot. So now I'm working for the man up here in Canada with shit all to do every day but work and play Halflife 2 in my hotel room. Need to figure out how to hook up with some SG folks while I'm up here. For the first time in years it's like I'm a bachelor again and can go out and see movies and get stinking drunk. And hell, I need to update my profile picture again. Something with my normal hair color and a fucking shirt and tie. Anyone enjoy hanging out with sell-outs? Um, I can buy the drinks...

Whew, well, I've had a rough couple of weeks. We got news from our regular doctor that the baby had a serious neural defect. After two weeks of serious emotional clenching we went to a perinatologist and did an ultrasound that showed everything was cool. Crista is just back to worrying and barfing, and I'm back to workin' for the man. Oh, and as an update to my last journel entry -- they cause the dumb asses who wrote the Sasser and Phatbot viruses. Both teenagers in Germany. Ah, Deutschland Uber Alles alright.

Ugh, I hate viruses. I hate virus writers. I hate the fact that I have to deal with the fact that they aren't getting laid professionally and can't just ignore them. I hate the fact that when we have a major outbreak I have to spend hours on the conference calls listening to people drone on about IP addresses and isolated systems. Well, at least I have the wonder of SG News to keep me entertained. Sigh.

Well, I finally have something cool enough that I wouldn't mind random people reading it. My hunnybunny is preggers again! Woohoo! I sure do love that girl of mine.