In my darker and more desperate moments I contemplate doing pornography. Not acting in it of course, but writing and directing. I already have a great adult film name picked out. Whitey Bulger. You know, after the famous Boston gangster*. Choosing that name might explain why my ideas have trouble catching on. I have yet to come up with a concept that I didn’t have to explain as majority of listeners stare at me dead-eyed. Anyway, I could never do it, because I don’t know how I would tell people about work without lying or staring at the floor and shuffling my feet.

My taxes are done and I will likely finish the new episode of Victorian Cut-out Theatre this weekend. My father will be on his way for a visit tomorrow afternoon and right now, I’m so relaxed that I almost don’t care that I was recently the victim of credit card fraud…almost.

As I’ve mentioned at the end of this week’s episode of Walker’s Talkers, I now have a Patreon page/campaign. Which means that if you like my work and want to help me support it, you can now give a monthly pledge. I’m already offering some neat rewards and will be offering more in the future (wink). So if you like what I do, and want to see it get better, please consider donating to my campaign, which you can visit by clicking HERE.

The above picture was taken when I directed a "Cult Classics" theatre version of Pump Up the Volume. It features actress and writer Jess Ayers (center). You can read her blog HERE, and my sister, Kimberly, a writer and director herself. You can read her blog HERE.

If I ever become a millionaire, I won’t spend money on an expensive foreign car, nor a large and empty house. I will however, spend an inordinate mount of money on cheese. I have a fondness for weird and expensive cheeses. I’m telling you this because I had to punish my cat yesterday for hopping on the counter and getting into a wedge of applewood smoked cheddar. This was clearly cause for anger, because cats should never be allowed to traverse “eating surfaces”, let alone steal food that isn’t theirs.

I am awake typing this at 3:35 AM.

As a Western Coloradan, I’m used to our winters lasting until April, leaving us stubbornly like a drunk being ejected from a party. In Colorado we don’t have spring, we have “mud season” and to continue the metaphor even further, it really is like the aforementioned drunk leaving your house in disarray. I think we're at the stage in winter where everyone is in the throws of depression. Almost everyone I meet, from my manual labor coworkers to my artist friends is hollow-eyed and worn down.

I apologize for the paltry update this week and no update at all last week, but if you really want to catch up, you can take a gander at last week's video blog. Speaking of video blogs, you can expect a new one from me every Monday.

I recently had a wonderful discussion with my friend and former CBP cohort, Steve Giuliano, about the nature of art and "getting yourself out there". This discussion came on the heels of a larger chat about careers while we were both standing in the snow, as a crane picked up oil tanks. The circular nature of life is funny, because I could swear we were having the same discussion eight years ago when we were both sweeping up sandwich leavings on the closing shift at Salvador Deli*.

2014 is off to a good start. I'll have some neat things to announce soon, but have to wait for everything to clear. In other news…

I'm holding off on developing the video for PROJECT: SELFIE so that a few stragglers can submit. I had someone approach me at my brother-in-law's art show this past Friday and tell me that she and all of her fiends want to participate, so hopefully I'll receive pictures soon.