HI-YA! This is the final version of the program for the Mercury Association Brunch. The cracked out scary bird was toned down a little, guts were dropped into the inside, and a few extra birds were thrown into the mix. Subtle? Maybe not. Finished? Yes. Client happy? Elated, even. Now I’ve got some AIDS awareness posters, a magazine, a personal ID package and a logo for the Missouri-Kansas VW Club to get moving on.

I suppose I never updated my car situation so I’ll do that now. Truck was totaled. I am now the proud owner of a Subaru Forester.

I may never know why I do this kind of thing, but here again we have 3 versions of one project I’m working on. I think mostly that two suck, one is viable, and none are really ready to roll, but I think I like gathering any opinions people might have on the stuff I do. I might not take those opinions into consideration, but I like outside perspective all the same. Basically this is the outside cover of a program for a brunch event held by the Mercury Association at UMKC. The theme is “The Early Bird Gets the Intern”, which explains why they all have birds. Leave your thoughts in the comments.

I was trying to keep up my blog post blitz, but Friday sort of slowed me down when I wrecked my truck into a guard rail, possibly totaling it. I escaped entirely unscathed, but my truck was walking funny afterward. I left it in a body shop in Missouri, and am now playing the waiting game to find out if I have to buy a new car. Car wrecks always make things interesting, especially when you need the car you wrecked to keep a steady income flow.

While working today I finally had the opportunity to stop and take a snapshot of this very geeky street sign that I had encountered twice before, lacking photo capturing capabilities to properly document it. It really made me start to question exactly what process cities go through when naming streets. Who holds sway in such matters? My wikipedia readings on the subject were quite enlightening. Mostly it sounds like there’s little rhyme or reason to the process. Themes are big, numbered grid systems are big, and so is naming a street whatever the hell. Just about anyone can go to city hall and request that a street name be changed. Since this sign was in a new development, I’m thinking some kind of shambling horror of a comic nerd lives in one of those newly built houses and is responsible for this epic pun. 

Time to get off Lois Lane. I don’t need Superman’s sloppy seconds bringing me down.

So that picture? Yeah, that one up there? That’s about how my spine has felt the last few days, minus the big dumb grin. Maybe it’s from all that sleeping I’ve been doing on the least comfortable, least supportive bed that has ever existed. Or maybe it’s from general stress. Heck, maybe it’s because I’ve been spending long hours cooped up inside a tiny, cramped Ford Ranger. Who can say for sure.

All I know is that it made for a perfect excuse to put a picture of popoids on my blog. That’s right. Popoids. The superior childhood construction toy. As the box shows, you could make a hideously distorted caricature of a human being, or if you extended the limbs you’d have a hideously distorted caricature of a human being that was a little more reminiscent of Mr. Fantastic. Or you could make something that kind of looked like a giraffe, or something that looked like a giraffe with short legs, or something that looked like a giraffe fellating itself. And the best part of this toy was the popping sound the pieces made when collapsing and expanding them. It sounded like the creepy ghost kids in The Grudge, an association that would have led me to melt each and every piece to a foul smelling plastic puddle as a child, but as an “adult” just made the movie more hilarious.

Aside from that, the plastic bodies made deadly projectiles. Popoids and back pain, I salute you!

The thing with blogs is that once you lose momentum in updating them, you can go on pretty much indefinitely without updates. School had contributed to the end of my website vigilance, but even winter break failed to inspire much in the way of creativity. Twitter took a bite out of the minutiae that a lot of my posts were built on, and I’ve been waiting to overhaul my gallery before posting any of my more recent art projects. Lack of finances put a hold on the t-shirt side of things, so the Santa Destroy shirts never came into being. I had wanted to do some WordPress upgrades but GoDaddy’s server has been flaking out on me recently, so while I can delete all my old files, there’s a chance that I wouldn’t be able to upload the new ones, leading me to wonder what exactly I’ve been paying them for.

Other than that I’ve got pretty much the same sob story that everyone else is telling in these “harsh economic times”. Job cut my pay, failed to find more work over the holidays, couldn’t make any trips to see family, and fell asleep before midnite on new year’s eve. Hoo-rah.

So most of the last month has been consumed with hours upon hours of marching through the nuclear wastes of Fallout 3. Luckily blowing off muties’ heads with Lincoln’s Repeater is beginning to lose its appeal, so I should have some time to work on other projects.

I did manage to make this a day ago. It should help me with that difficult process of decision making from now on.

I’m open to suggestions of gimmicks to use in order to keep updating this page. Something to do on a daily basis that is interesting enough to make a post about, and yet costs little to nothing. Maybe thought of the day, but I don’t know if I have that many thoughts in a day. Photo of the day? I’ve tried sketch of the day or sketch of the week, but never could stay on top of it.

And here’s where the post trails off.