Creative Bankruptcy

It is with regret that must announce its complete creative bankruptcy, effective immediately. All future and currently in production projects have been canceled. Craft supplies have been donated or disposed of. We are working with our lawyers to determine if any remaining #flannelfriday storytime posts that have been unpublished can be uploaded at some point.

We would like to sincerely thank you for the years of support we’ve received, and your patience as we kept saying we would do things that never saw light of day. It took a lot of deliberation to reach this decision, but because changes in the economy, poor time management, the video game Destiny, and a complete failure to impress any women, it was deemed necessary to cease creative operations. We will take this time to assess what the future of and Seth will be, and are excited to really focus on our writing and thumb piano.

We’d also like to end this with a heartfelt message from our president. But shortly before the announcement he left on an unplanned vacation. If you see him, the police would like to ask him a few questions.



More Things I Am Doing


Remind me to tell you the time when I was feeling really good about life and almost killed myself hiking.

Ha ha well one year later, I guess. Almost anyway. Some things are better now, some things are worse and overall there has clearly been a shift in priorities.

I’ve considered going back and cleaning up, removing most of the personal posts and creating a more professional atmosphere. But on the other hand what would I be posting professionally?


I’ve been trying to wake up earlier, to the tune of 5 AM. It’s not fun.


Still NOT a fan of the winter. It has been a more mild winter and I can appreciate that. I don’t appreciate that people said LAST year was a mild winter as well though, which puts me into a fearful mind of what a real winter is supposed to be like.


Obviously I didn’t move HERE, in this empty valley. That’ll probably be the next place I move, with my tent.


I managed to escape the basement, but not after a few months of extreme duress and problem after problem. Usually involving some sort of flood, either from the upstairs bathroom into my kitchen, or that tiny leak that flooded my bedroom and murdered my record collection. I don’t know which is worse.

Living in a great place now that’s close to a good walking area. Clean, quiet, plentiful parking. The only downside is I didn’t get to move out of state.


Photo from a recently developed tradition called “Donuts and Destiny”. Which is both the highlight of the month and very telling of how sad my life is.


I have played an obscene amount of Borderlands 2 online with friends and got another to start playing Destiny with me. It’s a good form of escapism but I could really stand to balance it out better. While I’ve given up on developing strong LOCAL social bonds my time could be better spent reading, working on some damn writing, or not degrading into a worthless, unhealthy slob.


Is this fall? This is as fall as it got. Little disappointed given all the great things I heard about fall growing up in the low desert.


Just had my employee review and they seem to find my performance exceptional. Yay. Some of the early projects that had exciting potential have been pushed aside for more important work, and the interesting collections I started with have given way to, uh, less interesting collections. Sometimes aggravating collections. They don’t know what will happen with our jobs come December as it will be up to someone whom hasn’t even been hired yet. The college has a great working environment, mostly, but I’m not hip to the idea of cataloging for an extended period of my life as it would drive me insane. Absolutely insane.


Penguins won’t jump in the water until someone else has in case there is lurking danger. I am a penguin.


Escaping the basement was good because I’m not being emotionally oppressed every waking and sleeping moment, bad because it freed up some mental capacity to feel discontent about OTHER stuff.

I have a pretty good idea of what I want out of life tho’ I’m unsure how to get there. I certainly don’t want what I have and that’s a good place to start I suppose.

P.S. I will say that the past year I’ve found a good pizza place, a good burger place, a good donut place, and yesterday finally found a good place for cheap Mexican food so I am indeed surviving.

Things I Am Doing

Seems like whenever I write a brooding life post it stays up as the latest page for an unfair amount of time. Probably gives the impression that I am miserable 100% of the time which simply isn’t true! I’m merely miserable most of the time. There is like 20% of my time spent happy or content. Maybe up to 30%! Here is some of that 20-30%.

I...I can't make a joke about this because it is far too good for as little time as I put into it. Oh if only Walker could have made this movie.

I…I can’t make a joke about this because it is far too good for as little time as I put into it. Oh if only Walker could have made this movie.

Media Consumption And Hobbies

Last week I saw Brick Mansions with my sister. It is absolutely absurd and I loved it. The action is great and the story doesn’t pretend it’s not awful and stays out of the way. After leaving the theater I decided it is the film version of Saints Row, which will either make zip or perfect sense to you.

Haven’t had much time for video games, lately. I’m dipping my toes back into Titanfall. It’s been long enough that everyone playing is now vastly more experienced than myself but it’s parkour and giant robots so still a thrill.

I’m in a bookclub, of sorts! The two teens from my previous job’s bookclub are going to try to keep it going via email exchanges. We’ll see how well that works. We’re supposed to have up to chapter two read in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Sunday. (I haven’t started yet.)

All my plants are dying.

The world's oldest eraser. It was old when I was a kid. I don't know why I still have it it is basically a tiny brick of rubber by now.

The world’s oldest eraser. It was old when I was a kid. I don’t know why I still have it. Basically a tiny brick of rubber by now.

The Continued Ceaseless Quest For Dejunkification

Long time readers will know about THIS one. You’d think after what must be nearly a decade now I’d be able to live out of a cardboard box. Luckily, the upstairs bathroom flooded and took out some boxes I had stacked in my second bedroom. More stuff to throw away! Nothing important. Just. Valueless mementos of happier times. Trinkets, worth nothing but the peace of mind their memory brought. Pure GARBAGE, really, TRASH that surely DESERVED to be soaked in toilet water.


I also got rid of a couple more boxes of books and a big box of art supplies I won’t be using anytime soon.

Work Stuff

AHA this post was just a trap to tell you about things going on at work. Shameless self-promotion. Fun fact: promoting your work from a personal social media account is SUPER risky because then you could be liable via the association of your personal and professional life. Keep that in mind, all you Godless, obscenity prone children’s librarians. That is meant to be sarcasm but really it’s not much of an exaggeration. Now excuse me as I ignore my own advice. (All opinions mine and not that of my employer because I am way smarter and prettier than them OBVIOUSLY).

Next week I’ll be getting a new metadata project. The project I had been working on was semi-interesting to me (a bunch of landscape architecture cutsheets, some from places I know well in the Vegas area) but didn’t make for very good sharing. Not like MARY. In fact, some of it might be as swoon worthy as the dreamy Ellison, so watch out ladies!

But. BUT. If you want to follow the updates, check out @usuarchive on Twitter. I’ll probably still post some of the stuff to my own Twitter account but I want to feed content into the Special Collections account. Hopefully I can tend to it better than my plants because I’d like it to be able to sustain itself long after I’m the one updating it.

Another account you could follow is @metropolotania. It is…work related? Kind of? And more specifically…sort of related to the work I did with Mary’s diaries? And…later it could involve you? I dunno it looks pretty crazy to me. CRAZY ENOUGH TO GARNER UNDESERVED MEDIA ATTENTION, PERHAPS? (crossing my fingers).

The chicken is the national bird, animal, and natural resource of Metropolotania. Because it is very noble, not because it is the only animal that manages to still survive there.

The chicken is the national bird, animal, and natural resource of Metropolotania. Because it is very noble, not because it is the only animal that manages to still survive there.

Six Months Later

By all rights this should be a new flannel Friday post. Yeah I haven’t done one of those in a while, huh? Certainly not on a weekly basis. Another good idea put on the shelf due partially to a lack of time but mostly a lack of motivation. I’m killin’ my internet cred.

Instead I’m going to make a (hopefully) short update on my life. I forget that Twitter doesn’t do a great job of accurately portraying my life and I sure as heck don’t talk to people very much anywhere else.

snow bad

I like my snow like I like my women, beautiful, cold and uncaring, and dangerous when exposed to for too long.


I say six months later but it’s closer to five and a half. And five of those months were friggin cold. I mean, it’s STILL cold. But there’s a smaller chance that it’ll snow at least? The thing about snow, I’ve learned, is I hate it. I hate it so much. I hated it being dark when I went to work and dark when I got home. I hated scrapping ice off my car, snow off the driveway. I am not a fan of snow. What was nice about the snow is it was a wonderful distraction from the rest of my life. In snow the conflicting priorities of my brain had a common enemy. Plus it was too cold to do anything so sitting at home and playing video games in all my free time was A-OK.

sad lookin home

Yeah I actually WISH this is where I lived. With those many open windows I’d get more air.


Now…I SAY home. In a general sense. Because it doesn’t FEEL like a home. I’ve come to the conclusion that it simply won’t. The basement isn’t a terrible place to live. As a structurally sound shelter it passes. As an environment less so. It’s been an interesting ride, so interesting that I won’t even get into it now. I’m saving it all for a future post for the happy day I leave it. The title starts with “The Saga Of” so you know it’ll be a good read. Before anyone starts with the “Told You So”s you must understand: this is my best option. No. Really. This is a small college town. Sometimes I wonder if it’s too small for a college town. Rentals that I can afford are nearly all student housing. I looked at an apartment that costs more than what I’m paying now and it was not great. The logic seems to be if you aren’t a student, you can afford to rent a house. As long as you don’t have a pet, of course. Because what awful people would dare think to bring a cat or a dog into a house?

That's me on the left.

That’s me on the left.


Aside from the housing situation I haven’t felt overly…welcome here. Even considering coming from Southern Nevada where passive disinterest is the best you can get from a neighbor. Now I’m going to be SATURATING this next part with qualifiers, let me be clear on that. PLENTY people here are very nice. Particularly where I work most everyone is absolutely friendly. And yet often a given passing smile will be met with a cold stare. And the people that ARE friendly are friendly enough for the current conversation and then they move on. Everyone already has their own lives and concerns, I’m simply a background character to their own story. That’s not a critique, it’s a reality. I had friends I considered family at my last job, but I was there for a decade. I don’t think time is going to be the solution here. What I feel….it’s hard to say simply. Except that I haven’t met anyone I think would be a lasting friend and I don’t think I will. That’s simply said, though a little colder than what I mean. Also, it’s not like I’ve MET many people overall.

This town looks much better when it rains, I wish it would rain more often.

This town looks much better when it rains, I wish it would rain more often.


With the melting snow I have made an effort to get out more. Within the town’s limits the sights of interest include…??? I had hoped for a stereotypical small town to explore in comfort. It’s not. It’s as if someone took a chunk of Henderson and plopped it down on an unforrested mountain. Walking, at least in my area, isn’t fully practical. The busses ARE free and I do need to start using them but it’s not the same. While there are a few local places to eat and shop overall it’s a typical Big Box department store/fast food chain situation. There’s a dog park I can drive to with a walking path next to a river and so far that’s my favorite place here. Otherwise…there isn’t much notable. So far. Further exploration might yield better finds.

I'd say I've had worse office window views but...actually I've never had an office with a window.

I’d say I’ve had worse office window views but…actually I’ve never had an office with a window.


For the job I’ll say it IS a good job. Maybe not as fun as reading books to kids but I’m learning a lot and I’m always busy. It’s not, I think, what I want to be doing forever. Which is good since it’s a temporary position! I’m learning more and more of how all departments in a library function and a great deal of the process drives me mad. I do have some upcoming projects I am excited about.

"I've got flowers planted now everything will be okay!" I thought, as a rusted out van pulled into the driveway with my new neighbors.

“I’ve got flowers planted now everything will be okay!” I thought, as a rusted out van pulled into the driveway with my new neighbors.


The point is I am okay. I’m okay in the strictest sense of the word. I am not HAPPY, but that is not necessary right now. I had plans, and had hoped, to upgrade my goal of survival to thriving. I even did some gardening last week when the new upstairs neighbors moved in and everything went downhill in a hurry. Now the goal is to endure. Because I’ve accepted that, at least from my current perspective, that This Is Not Where I’m Meant To End Up. My purpose here is not to have fun. My main focus is to take care of myself, my cat, my car, and to do what is needed to GET ME to Where I Am Meant To End Up. I moved to Utah because my family needed to be together. After this I can go wherever the heck I want, as long as I stick to the plan.

I’m not a fan of Henry David Thoreau. Too much of his attitude towards humanity was worthy of eye rolling. That said I agree with him on two issues: first, that the slaves should have been freed immediately. F* gradual emancipation. Secondly, you should look forward to the future. Reading his exit from Walden left a deep impression on me in high school. He said he left because- and I’m paraphrasing because high school was a long time ago- he loved Walden Pond. Thoreau felt that by being content to stay there he would waste the rest of his life. It was a place he wanted to end his days, and he didn’t want his days to end yet. Similar concept, I’m fine with not loving my current situation because I’d hate to think that I’ve already reached the peak of my life.



I realize this paints a pretty bleak picture. I’m able to separate the good from the bad, though. There’s no mixed balance that creates a sum total of “Life is good” or “Life is bad”, they’re oil and water. Where I live is awful. The potential for that to improve while I’m here is low, I accept that. The job is good. I enjoy most of it. I don’t see it as a long term deal and that’s okay. The rest of my life is stalled, that’s fine. I have other things I could be doing. For now I’m going to try to get myself in better physical and mental health. I’ll work on writing in earnest. I’ll try to start mailing things out to friends more often (but uh, wait to mail stuff back to me until I give you a different address. In case my new neighbors are stealing mail). ALSO, I might try to find a church to start going to even though I love my free Sunday mornings. But at a church I’m more likely to meet people that I’m compatible with. Maybe even…a roommate? A roommate that’s not an insane person and will let me move into a decent place? It’s all a pipe dream as far as I’m concerned but you never know. Really, my goal from now on is to be adaptable.

A lack of contentment now gives me flexibility to make decisions that would otherwise have greater risks. December 2015 is as AT MOST as long as I’ll be here. I’ve used up a quarter of my time moping, time to use at least the next quarter gathering supplies and making a map for…the next journey?

That’s a terrible metaphor to end it on but I can’t think of anything else, and I’ll probably spend another two pages trying so let’s just make this


Hiding Notes

Was walking in the library when I stumbled on this sitting on the floor outside a classroom.

Well since you said “please”.

I had to do a double take to realize it wasn’t random litter. On the back:


I see no reason not to take life advice from anonymous messengers.

I see no reason not to take life advice from anonymous messengers.

Well that was nice! I’m not sure of the original intention of the note leaver, had they placed it there on the ground or if it accidentally made its way there, but being an old hand at hiding notes I decided to move it elsewhere.

It will have less of an impact if seen from the other side, I will admit.

Hopefully someone that needs it finds it!