As most my friends know, and as evidenced below, I have a perpetually messy desktop.

As with most my faults, I’ve found a scapegoat impossible of arguing to the contrary. I blame the internet.  I’m constantly dragging and dropping images I like onto my desktop, only to later become buried in ‘web-clippings.’  However, today I needed some comp photos for a piece I’m working on.  I happily went to my desktop for images, and I’ve found that compositions chosen at random are quite amusing.

Here’s just a couple. Expect more in the future as I find this pretty fun.

Web-Clipping Collage #1

Web-Clipping Collage #2

Last night I caught up with one of my employed friends in the business.  By employed, I mean she has the pleasure of receiving benefits such as a bi-yearly teeth cleaning at minimal cost to her.  I still find myself in the company of others snaggle-toothed, the unemployed.  However, I like to say I’m freelancing, which means between breaks of discovery channel’s A Haunting  I design things for people, nice people.

So as I was talking to me friend who will not be named, she was lamenting at how she has (or he has) gained a lot of weight since starting school and chewing ‘er ( or ‘is) way to employment. And then it dawned on meself, wouldn’t one with the luxury of having another human pick at their teeth be considered o’thee wealthy, and isn’t it a reoccurring theme of the wealthy t’be fat.

In fact, I began to persuade her to wear her extra pounds with pride, and then I ‘appened to ask her if she ‘appened to be wearing a velveteen top hat, and long-tailed coat, and some tight red vertically-striped pants. Because although some extra bulk may be an adverse condition of counting one of the gainfully employed, impeccable fashion sense is not.

Isn’t it weird how our dreams can totally shape our psyche for the day.

Just last night I went to bed thinking that today was going to be what we call in the biz, ‘my day.’ but it’s certainly not shaping up to be.

And I can’t help but think I should have known this when I abruptly woke up after having a dream that that wife on Mad Men was trying to beat me to death with the leg from a danish teakwood credenza.

That was weird, no longer am I staying up late watching AMC while I eat cheese popcorn I found in the back of the cupboard.

My friend Lana’s friend Bonnie sent me an email for their upcoming show and asked me to make a poster for them.  So I did.  I’m too lazy to explain everything so I’ll let her do it by copy pasting parts of the email.

Oh and they are in State College, so if that’s like, nearby and shit, you should totally go.

“our first gig is playing a benefit spaghetti dinner/concert for Global Medical Brigades, a really wonderful non-profit group. The dinner/show is October 9th.”

pdf of flyer below. but it has no info in it.

bluevelvet

She’s also offered to pay me in granola, so I think I might go because I love me some granola.

Today I saw two praying mantises hugging on the screen of our back door. It was cute, and made me think, maybe spring isn’t the only season of love.

I came back 5 minutes later and the female was eating the head off the male.

I took the train from Chicago to Pt. Huron (the ”Blue Water”) yesterday, and i couldn’t help but notice how pleasant it was!  When i first entered Union Station i was surprised to see a very attractive gentleman hold the door for me. This had me taken back for a solid 15 minutes.  Its very rare that people with symetrical faces hold the door for anyone, but there you go- train people.  Once on the train I was also happy to find a seat with an outlet for my computer and enjoyed a delicious cheese plate at a bargain of only $3.50.

I wonder what makes train people different from plane people.  It’s their lassiez-faire attitude that makes travel better.

ok guys, most of my friends are still suprised to hear this (although I have told them millions of times, friends.) that I’ve never been to New York.

Welp, I guess that isn’t true anymore because I went there twice Friday on my way
to Chicago. Well, I guess that isn’t wholly true, the first time we went there the plane
didn’t exactly land, it didn’t exactly get all the way to New York either.  They didn’t
fill it with enough gas to do that.
But after turning around to Richmond, Va, and a full tank of gas later they had
another go at it and we landed in New York.  Let me tell you, New York is really big!
And new Yorkers don’t like to deal with other people’s shit.  Which you gotta respect.
I found this out after I realized the fuel ambivilent airline i flew into New York on
had booked my connection on another flight on another airline that they weren’t quite sure what it was or where it was for that matter.  After being turned
around a bit.  I came to believe that I could actually survive New York if I was to move there. After meeting a kindly chartered bus driver I reallized New Yorkers speak my language, that is my language being a fistful of crumpled ones.

 sorry. nick sent me a picture of this cool biz card for a hairstylist from his cell phone. 

I’d let them cut me.  Just because of the card.