Greetings from Fredricksburg, TX. After trekking 1500 miles across the desert I'm finally an hour from my destination. I stopped in LA and went to Venice beach and had some cheeseburgers and bought some new vans. I won bingo (twice) at the bigfoot and then I hot-footed it to Albuquerque to pick up redmess. A few hours of sleep later, we were texas bound. I've been pulled over twice but got warning both times! Spent the night with two boston terriers, a pug and I don't know how many cats sleeping on various parts of me. That was nice.

I'm showered and clean shaven and off for Austin in a moment. My manager's dad had a massive stroke yesterday but his father's last wishes were that he come to Austin anyway so I guess will be drinking to Parker Sr. today.

I guess that all there is to report for the time being. I expect a lot of mayhem in the coming days before speeding back to ABQ for St. Patrick's day. Driving back to SF tuesday should suck something fierce.

Here's the results of last weeks stress-fest. I sold out of all but the walkmen poster... which I barely sold any of. Oh well...

Guess what! I have 4 posters to design between today and tomorrow! Well... one is almost done and the other is a 're-imagining" of one I've already done. But the other two... whooeeee, man, I just don't know.

In other news... uh... there is no other news.

I leave for LA saturday and then maybe a night in AZ somewhere before a night in Albuquerque and then off to SXSW in Austin. Im kinda psyched to have some passengers for various legs of this trip.

UPDATE:



When the going gets to Tuff, Tuff rips himself off and re-uses an old poster.

My latest tattoo...

Hell week part two starts tomorrow. Today is for shopping and massage and bacon.

Also, I bought a new mac book pro. I like being able to internet from bed once again.

I was just paid, via an intermediary, for a poster that I haven't even designed yet. That's weird.

So, I finally designed the poster I wanted for on of my fav bands of all time only to find out that they will not approve so I had to scrap it. Sad.

I am in bad need of a shower. And I have to go buy more underwear.

OMG. I'm a complete moron sometimes. I feel like such a dufus right now. I used to be pretty suave. I wonder what happened?

In other news, I finally had an idea! Almost two ideas! I don't know why I bother to ever do anything before the day it's due. It just stresses me out. If you ever want me to do something, call me the day before you need it.

So, I'm totally behind schedule and that is stressing me out but I think I an somehow manage to design more posters and somehow print 7 posters over the course of the week and manage to get them to their appropriate locations on time but I'm still going to stress out real bad.

I'm sure 10 days from now when there's nothing but desert every which way I'll feel much, much better.

GGRRRRRR!!!!! I've been having a horrid mental block for the last two weeks. It sucks because when I get hung up on one job I can't think about anything else. WHich really sucks because I have 4-5 posters to design and 7 total to print in the next two days and I'm really starting to freak out. I'm also out of clean underwear and socks and that's not helping me feel any better either. AT least I can go by Ross and fix that problem.

Why is it that posters for bands that I actually love are the hardest to do? I love the Walkmen but they are killing me -- everyone does posters for them with keyboards and I don't want to do that. And then the Magnetic Fields -- one of my favorite bands of all time and all I can come up with is a fucking magnet and some hearts? C'mon!

Ok. I'm going to take a shower. Maybe I'll slip and fall and bonk my head and that will help generate some sort of ideas.

I'm feeling paranoid.

This is what my week holds for me.

Stoked the Patriots lost.

Insomnia is killing me.

Looks like I'll be travelling through LA, PHOENIX, ALBUQUERQUE and AUSTIN in March. I should get craking on that.

I think I'm gonna take up MrReliable on his offer for an Elvis tattoo.