I’ve always been obsessed with reusing/ upcycling stuff. This isn’t limited to electronics bits. I recently built a chicken coop from scrap. I also found that I’m not the only one. Tiny yellow houses is a series about Derek, who builds scrap dwellings. These are great. I’ve spoken with him and will definitely be getting his book.

I bought a vinyl cutter. I’m very pleased with how clean and detailed it cuts. My bus will be covered in stickers in no time!

Occasionally we all get those spam emails. I’ve won the lottery, I’ve inherited a bajillion dollars. Sometimes, I just can’t resist the urge to see how low these people will go. I mean there has to be a cutoff line where your mark is so pathetic that the effort just can’t be worth it. I responded to one this morning. The emails can be found after the break. Hopefully he’ll respond.

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I try to keep my craigslist ads fun and interesting. Here’s my latest one. Click “read more” to see the ad.

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This is the card I designed for our anniversary. It was an invitation to an evening hike. She liked it.

What’s not to like about Sad Robot? poor guy.

This is a quickly tossed together web comic, born from a weekend of debauchery and excess. Sad robot doesn’t catch a break… ever.
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Meet Pops. He’s a hard nosed ex special forces llama that has retired to a security job watching a herd of cattle. The little bugger is Maurice, or as Pops refers to him, Junior. He’s a good kid, but sometimes Pops doesn’t think he has his head screwed on right.

These guys just came to life today, I may be doing a comic featuring them at www.accordingtopops.com

I don’t get to do a lot of print right now. I have enjoyed the little I’ve done. I haven’t bothered posting the banners and stuff for the events. They’re usually very simple.

This photograph is proof. Proof that this event actually happened. We were there, the entire family, and the bus. I am the one with the super colorful pants. This, along with another almost identical one are the only pictures from the campout. I’m happy for that. I’m glad there aren’t any others, showing us in our various activities. The reason is, that this trip has reached mythical proportions in my mind. I like it that way.

For some reason, this trip has become so filtered with the rose colored lens of fond memory that it stands out in my mind. It has been transformed to a magical journey, with grand and beautiful sights in every mental image. I tagged along with my brothers to explore an abandoned and rotten mobile home on the property, which in my youth, wasn’t trash but some relic from the past to be explored like ancient ruins. We scrounged for parts to build our canopy in a half collapsed storage shed. As a family, we hiked up a stream sprinkled technicolor bits of glass and an old, half submerged, pickup truck. I see this clearly and it is beautiful. My brothers and parents may have seen it differently. At any other age, even I might have seen it differently. I might have been wishing to be off with friends, or made angry by the littering and waste. Somehow, this set of memories was preserved and, most likely, embellished in my mind.

I have my own family now, and my own bus. I hope my boys will get to have a similar experience.