This updated Obi Wan Kenobi Vs Darth Vader might be the greatest thing ever. (Sorry Leeroy Jenkins). Thanks to these guys Especia...


This updated Obi Wan Kenobi Vs Darth Vader might be the greatest thing ever. (Sorry Leeroy Jenkins). Thanks to these guys




Especially when compared to the original 



2019 was the year I turned 50 . It sneaks up on you. Last week I was 25. Right before that, 12. I've seen friends become grandparents...


2019 was the year I turned 50. It sneaks up on you. Last week I was 25. Right before that, 12. I've seen friends become grandparents, and other friends pass away too soon. Currently, I'm neither buying presents for grandkids nor dead. But either way... I'm 50. And with that, comes this knowledge.

Find your life soundtrack, add to it every day. Try to love everyone as much a random dog shows love to you. It's never too late to switch careers. It's never too late to eat breakfast. Always keep good canned soup in your house. Believe in fate. Trust karma. Question your instincts but know it's probably right. Take as many pictures as you can. Hit happy hours. Don't drink cheap whiskey. When you move out, buy a set of stainless steel pans you'll have most of your life. You can live without a microwave. Drink room temperature water. Don't dye your beard. If you love a T-shirt, you don't have to throw it away... ever, but everything else goes out of fashion. Don't wear shorts and flip flops on a plane. Don't wear jeans to the beach. You can fall in love several times in your life. Life-changing, DNA altering true love only happens once so don't blow it. Heart break never really goes away. Unconditional love doesn't exist, earn someone's love daily. Cats either hate you or tolerate you, don't fall for their crap. Learn just enough guitar to play at a campfire. Try every food once. Go to Burning Man once. Go to Key West twice. Don't worry if you can't get into The Wire, sure it's great but it's dated. Don't be afraid to spend a little more to get the nicer model of something, it'll work better and last longer. Every year try to listen to something new. Listen to Cat Steven's Tea for Tillerman when you feel down. Neil Young's Harvest when you feel good. Present Day Country Music will never be good. Spray down the hot concrete on a summer day barefoot. Feel the warm sun on a winter's day with your eyes closed. Hold hands. Sneak kisses. Let someone know every day you want them. Eat slower. Cook more. Only drink soda at the movies. Quality is more important than quantity with gifts. Make presents with your hands. Obscure wrapping paper is the best, even if it's not wrapping paper. Tip too much. Always have batteries. Have too many spices. Dress up once a month and go out for a nice meal. Always dress up for Halloween. Watch bad movies and make bad jokes. Don't worry if you can't watch Citizen Kane more than once, it's a great film but it just keeps getting more and more boring. Do bad impressions. Quote Monty Python. Avoid Larry the Cable Guy. Hug more, shake hands less. Tell great friends you love them. Let go of friends you've outgrown. Find your own level of spirituality and never let anyone question you on it. Learn how to cook the perfect egg. Don't feel the pressure to join friends in Vegas, it's changed for the worst. Every few years, rewatch all of Frasier. Never feel the need to watch LOST ever again. Wear fun shoes. Let someone else change your oil. Know how to fix your brakes. Keep water bottles in your car. Get at least one tattoo that represents something about you, and not an Asian word. Occasionally get high. Occasionally read a book. Talk to people about both. Journal the good times. Write poems about the bad. Stop saying "hi" to strangers, start saying "hello". Never ride a bike bar. Stop using the word "we" when talking about your favorite team. Spend a lot on your bed, it will change your life. Only buy cage free eggs. Be careful taking eggs from friends who own chickens, the shells are weird. Use art as a second language. Don't listen to morning DJs who laugh at their own jokes. Get a record player and your favorite music on vinyl. Learn to make the perfect Old Fashioned. Sing in the car, always. Never, ever shop at Walmart. Know you can always be a better parent. Know you can always be better to your parents, you'll miss them every day they are gone. Take great care of your teeth. It's okay to admit that The Last Jedi is the worst Star Wars film.

And most importantly.

You're going to have times in your life where you start over. Sometimes completely from scratch. You'll get through it. Even more so, you'll shine. You'll probably start over more than once. Each time you'll get stronger. Think back to the worst day of your life. A day, or a time when you didn't think you'd make it through, but guess what. You did. Now they are distant memories. You can even laugh at them a bit. Life get difficult. Bad things sneak up. Horrible things jump right in walking path. But you'll pull up your britches and kick them in the nuts.

Life is amazing, life is hard. You'll have horrifically down times and moments of extreme glee. Learn to be alone and learn to be in love. You think you know these things but deep down, you don't. Listen to your heart. Listen to your soul. Listen to that tiny voice that tells you everything is going to be okay because no matter what, it will be. That gentle soul who lived to be 103, who on their death bed did nothing but smile joyfully did it. Guess, what... you can too.

I'll finish this with more wisdom when I'm 100. I'll read this and scoff at what a young punk of 50 I was.



I've worn many hats at the creative agency I've been working at for the last 5 plus years. During that time I've been offere...


I've worn many hats at the creative agency I've been working at for the last 5 plus years. During that time I've been offered countless freelance jobs in design, video production, web development and more. I generally turned it down...

Until now. 

I found a few other super talented people and started a Boise Ad Agency. But oddly most of my new clients are out of San Francisco and Seattle thanks to my awesome network of friends. 

With the people I recruited there's nothing we can't do. So the next time you need some amazing creative work done, check out Senestre

I feel I now have the opportunity to do the best work I've ever done. So, I'm gunna. 

I create a lot of video/commercials for clients. I generally mean to share the work, but often forget to. It's only been two months ...


I create a lot of video/commercials for clients. I generally mean to share the work, but often forget to. It's only been two months but here are two spots I created for TSheets.

When I was 19, I was a freelance artist for a T-shirt shop. I didn't make much money, I didn't make many friends (it was rather c...


When I was 19, I was a freelance artist for a T-shirt shop. I didn't make much money, I didn't make many friends (it was rather competitive), I didn't make many shirts.

But it was easily one of the biggest learning experiences of my life.

I believe that anyone who eventually enters a stage of adulthood wishes that during their youth there was a class called "Adulting" on the curriculum. How to pay taxes, how to open a checking account, how to eat like a real person. I am in my 40s and I still squeak by today. I do okay... but I squeak.

Back in the T-Shirt illustrating slave-shop illustrating days, I shared a house with 2 other friends, I drove a car that I barely paid for with cash, I attempted to go to school part-time with books I borrowed from friends because I was incapable of buying them on my own. I drank Dr. Pepper and ate M&M's for every meals because I didn't own pans or a microwave. I could barely feed myself so imagine when I learned I needed to contribute to a potluck that was feeding 50some other people.

It was a list on a board. "Employee Potluck" followed by a lengthy food list with many, many names next to them. Some of them were pretty elaborate.

BBQ Chicken
Potato Salad
Tiramisu

Seriously? Tiramisu? What sort of sadist would ask a group of misfits to being such a complicated dessert that even today I couldn't tell you a single ingredient to.

Most of the items were taken. Some were crazy easy like: Plastic forks, cups, water.

Water? I can do water all day.

Baked Beans. No one has jumped at the opportunity to bring baked beans. It's one thing, right? Beans, baked!

Without hesitation I scribbled my name down. I dodged a bit of a baking bullet. I grabbed one of the last easy items on the list.

I had a few days before the potluck so I didn't do much prep-work other than remind myself to go to the store and pick them up. The day of the event I decided was a good time. I had a few hours, I was feeling good. I got in my shitty car and drove to Costco with my roommate who I was forcing to tag along for two reasons. I didn't really wish to talk to the people I worked with, and his Dad gave him a Costco card, an item I didn't have.

We walked in and purchased two very large cans of Baked Beans. That couldn't have been any easier. We threw them in the back seat and made our way to the beach. We were actually a bit early, that was rather adult of me.

We walked over and placed the two large cans of beans on the table, stood a little taller as we eyed our prize. Beans for everyone.

We drank punch, kicked sand, said hi to the few people we could tolerate and thought that maybe this wasn't going to be such a crappy even anymore. Then I heard from the table.

"What idiot brought cans of beans?"

I turned to see one of the Creative Directors, essentially my boss, holding a can of beans in awe.

"Who brings a can of unopened beans to a party? Are we supposed to open them with our teeth?"

I was a fool. For two reason. First off, it never once occurred to me to physically open them. I mean, if I did... then what? I didn't own a pan to place them in. The second reason I was a fool? I said "That was me."

I was then explained to that one simply doesn't just bring a can of beans. You purchase them, take them home, place them in a dish and warm them up. You top them off with a nice layer of foil to keep them warm.

That hadn't even crossed my mind. But I should let you know, I did actually own a can opener, I wasn't a caveman.

I asked if anyone had a can opener, one of the artist's husbands reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"I do", as he revealed a very rusty, Army surplus can opener on his key chain. He proudly handed it to me and stared as I realized this was my job.

After the 15 minute learning curve of how it worked, I slowly exposed the beans as I mixed in shards of metal and a little blood.

It was a tough learning curve figuring that out.

45 minutes later, one can was open. I figured I'd hold off on the other until everyone ate the spoils.

LET THE POTLUCK BEGIN!!!!

All artists, all hungry artists, dug in. Chicken went fast, there was baked mac that might as well have been heroin. The person who said they'd bring Tiramisu never even showed up. You'd think they'd be the butt of the potluck jokes.

Nope, it was still me. No one was eating my beans. But not because they didn't look tasty with those glittering pieces of metal. They didn't have a spoon. I walked the table and manage to steal the baked mac utensil. It looked lonely. I jammed it in the beans.

Still, no takers. I assumed perhaps it was the fact that no one wanted to break the seal. I decided to take the spoon and get as large of a spoonful that I could, then flick it off towards the bushes. My aim was true. I then stood by the beans and waited. I thought to even ask if table-goers wanted any. But I didn't wanna to seem pushy.

End of pot lock, no go. Not a single person ate my beans. But should I be sad? The reality its no. I mean, I now own two giant cans of beans. I'm going to eat like a farty king for a week. I grabbed my beans and headed to my car. I ask my roommate to place them between his legs and we head home. I didn't learn until later that twice during the ride home, the open can tipped over, leave stray beans and a bit of juice on my floor. A smell that was a pleasant reminder for the next few months of the event. I placed beans in my fridge and resumed life.

A few days later I learned a new adult lesson. Don't leave exposed food in your fridge, that you intend to eat, for several days in your fridge.

This month my company is planning a Thanksgiving Pot Luck. How has life changed? I plan to take the toughest thing on the list, and nail it.

And this time, remember a spoon.


... and I made it into a little video from our Boise Ad Agency 4 days with water and a bit of glamping. A work trip that spoiled us all...


... and I made it into a little video from our Boise Ad Agency

4 days with water and a bit of glamping. A work trip that spoiled us all. Looking forward to next year.