Rough and tumble Roseburg

This is fishing lure I made. It involves feathers and yarn. I think it's supposed to look like a bug of some sort.

This lure is made out of dryer lint, it's supposed to resemble a hairball.

Because I am now such an outdoors man, my dad sent me this Swiss Army knife that he got as a gift from Get Smart. It's really a twofer, if my career as a fisherman/outdoorsy guy doesn't work out I can probably get a pretty penny for it on ebay

This appears to be nature...in action.

This is what we do with books in Roseburg.

These are giant cubes of cans.

At the pizza place there were some teenagers learning how to wipe tables poorly and act surly. This is how you can tell it is Summer.

I found this "thrift store" on the outskirts of town. They had tons of stuff and terrible lighting. I got a bike rack for $5. Nobody working at the store quite understood how to work it. One guy standing there said that he thought one was supposed to hook it to their bumper, so I asked "what if your car doesn't have a bumper?"

This is Senor Scrappy. Maggie wants to re-name her Jenny. Like hell I say.

A bag of heads are better than one

This is a bag of doll heads.

This snake (lower right) tried to attack when I went fishing. I, surprisingly, did not catch any fish, just rocks and sticks. I did see several salmon jumping out of the water and thought about how tasty they would be.

Portland: The Brooklyn of the West

We went to Portland for a training thing. On the way up we stopped at the Olive Garden. The gang tried to ditch me, I sure foiled them.

I went out to a bar with Evelyn and her ex-man-friend. The bartender looked like the hipster version of Lou Ferrigno.

Maxine exited the free way in search of gas. Some how we drove past the gas station an 20 some miles out of the way.

We stopped at a park to use the bathroom. Note that this was BEFORE we finally found another gas station.

Ben got back from New Hampshire. Tan, rested, and full of expletives.

Ben bowled a 194.

Hanging in there

I generally shy away from taking pictures of my cats doing things that are "cute". But, because of a particular birthday today, I have included this picture of Wee Pierre drinking from the faucet.

This may be me falling off my bike.

This is my sweet bike. David helped me soupe it up.

They had mini sleeping bags for sale at the supermarket.

The sleeping bags were quite mini. I don't know what they are used for, maybe they are for your feet, or maybe you get them for a very small pet.

This energy drink claims to burn calories. I wonder if it burns calories in the same way that methamphetamine burns calories.

Need for speed

I went fishing at the park down the street. Although the number of hobos and meth addicts is considerably higher than at my previous "exotic" locals, the travel time has been diminished considerably. Since I haven't been able to catch anything anyway, I might as well go fishing somewhere in walking distance.

My first cast got caught on a rock, through some bushes and over a tree.

I rolled up my pants and waded out to un-stick my lure. After all of the effort to get it unstuck, I lost the lure when it got stuck on a different rock a few minutes later.

My feet hurt from walking on sharp rocks and then as I was walking home, they were doubly injured by...

Dry spikie grass,

and really hot asphalt.

I went to Dan & Angela's for a yard sale/barbecue. For some reason all of the neighborhood kids had decided that this was "the spot". Shows how much I know.

Lupita and Justin picked me up to go to the races. I heard one of the employees mentioning that it wasn't very busy tonight because there were"cage fights" going on somewhere else in town.

The best part was when these trucks would race around through the mud. This is a picture of one of said trucks flipping over.

I seem to just miss the cars in each of these shots.

The final race was 125 laps.

125 laps is allot of laps.

The art of gardenig

We accompanied Lupita to Charlie's thesis show in Eugene. Apparently she wasn't that appreciative.

I think this piece may be some sort of commentary on the white-mans-greed

Charlie's piece involved a modified dance-dance-revolution pad, making it not dis-similar from my thesis project.

There was some sort of video tracking going on. According to Charlie it wasn't working. It was doing something...I guess it all depends on your definition of "work".

This is Regina inside an installation/gift shop. It may have been some sort of commentary on art-as-commodity or in other words the white-mans-greed.

Surprisingly; art school students don't look that much different from state to state. I saw several people who looked vaguely familiar.

This is my cilantro plant. I'm not sure if this is the picture of it after I killed it or when it was sprouting.

I bought this shovel for $1. The shovel broke shortly after I started shoveling.

I have one very sad pumpkin plant, that should have been planted about a month ago, waiting for this whole to be dug. It's a little bit like Habitat for Humanity in my backyard, I even do my watering with FEMA water.

My fishing hat doubles as a disgruntled-farmer hat.

There's nothing funny about missing children

This will be the picture to put on the side of milk cartons when I go missing.

Maggie got this mixer (I think it was a belated wedding present). I am expecting some dank-ass cookies.

I've had a bike for one day and I have, surprisingly, already injured myself.

Some things that are yellow

My new Awesome Camera is exactly the same as the old one, except the label on the bottom says Vivitar instead of INNOVAGE.

I will need to find a label maker so I can make a new label for awsomecam IV

This cat is the mother of the kittens next door, however she is not allowed in the house (according to one of the kids "she poops on the floor). She doesn't have a tail so we/I have named her Senor Scrappy.

Regina was back in town and it was nice out, so we barbecued.

At the taco stand they gave me Tamarindo flavored soda instead of grapefruit soda. I'm not exactly sure what a tamarindo is, but I sure don't like it.

This is my new bike. It's a Dolphin brand bicycle and it's yellow and it kicks ass.