Category: writing



I found a sample blank pennant the other day and made a quick spray paint stencil to celebrate the greatness that is sport. Sports team memorabilia, clothing, and decorations are all over the place, so I thought I’d try and make something super generic with just type.

And if I would have taped it better, it might not of turned out half bad.





The elevator in the building I work at was broken again, and people weren’t too thrilled about it. Especially the delivery man who had to haul several packages up the stairs for a few days. I can understand the passive aggressiveness he reflected in his note as our building may be charming, yet far from accommodating in many more ways than one. 


The weird thing about this story for me is that a co-worker and myself happen to be the ones on the elevator when it broke. Luckily we didn’t plummet to a horrible death, but rather noticed that the mechanism that opens the doors had popped off the track, so it was stuck in limbo on the first floor. We pried the doors open with brute strength and laughed because we thought for a second we might have been trapped.

Being relatively responsible people, we then tried to be the nice polite guys and explain to all the people trying to rush into the elevator that it was suddenly broke and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Most people seemed to take the attitude that we were the assholes who broke it. We technically were, but all we really did was push a button.

“Hi there. Yeah, sorry. Looks like the elevator is broke,” we told a lovely elderly woman who had a dolly loaded with an empty cardboard box.

“What do you mean it’s broken? It worked the last time I used it,” she scowled at us before scampering toward the stairs.

No shit lady. It literally just broke. Remember us? We were the same two guys who held the door for you when you exited the elevator about two minutes ago with that box loaded full of paper. In fact, you were the very last rider on this fine elevator and maybe should be thinking about how lucky you are to catch the last one down. We swallowed our pride, hid our laughter, and went searching for the building manager to take over the first floor duties. While we waited for him several more people came by, some giving us the stink eye and grabbing for their phones as if that was going to magically fix the thing. The manager showed up and grabbed for his phone to actually figure out how to fix this thing.

We get to the second floor and find a water delivery guy posted up in front of the elevator doors looking very annoyed. There’s no plumbing in most of the studios, so there’s a lot of 5-gallon jugs being hauled around the building almost everyday. He had likely been waiting there this entire time and since we were still some of the only people who knew what happened we had to tell him what was going on. He looked closer to our age, so we tried a more casual bro approach to breaking the bad news.

“Ahhh man, sorry. The elevators broken. The door won’t close, so it can’t go anywhere. Sucks dude.” 

“No it’s not. I was on it like five minutes ago,” he snapped back.

Now this guy thinks we’re fucking with him too? Who are these people? We were a little startled by his aggressiveness, so we even offered to help him haul the large water jugs to his truck, but he just strutted off to find the building manager himself to tell him what he already knew.

To make things even that much weirder, some elevator maintenance guys were actually on-site, but they were there fixing the massive freight elevator that has been broken since the new year. People start looking at these guys like “Hey! do your job! We’re trying to get places over here!” when it was a total coincidence that they were even there in the first place. These guys weren’t unapproachable, but they looked like they could have been heavyweight WWF tag team champions in the 1990’s, and suddenly there’s uptight Portlanders barking orders at them for something they actually had nothing to do with. Guilty by association I suppose.

Not sure if there’s a moral to this story, I just really liked seeing FedEx’s passive aggressive note that night after we were the one’s who saw this 5 minute chain reaction begin. In case of emergency, always take the stairs.




But I have to call this out because after reading this several times in the classified section I’ve determined that it’s some of the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen printed in a classified section. And I’d like to think that I’ve been to some pretty obscure parts of the internet in my day.





This print ad is from our good friends at McMenamins, a Northwest staple well-known for their mediocre food, decent beer, consistently shitty service, but totally awesome environments.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had the pleasure of making the rounds at several McMenamins locations around Oregon, and I’ve always had a good time. I’ll continue to hit them up if and when the moment is right, but I’ve passed the point of lying to myself about the quality of their food and flagship beers. Their overall brand and most pub locations will always be something unique to experience. There’s plenty of reasons to like them, but then you see things like this it raises some strange flags and the need to make fun of them on a blog.

Like this whack ass attempt at sounding cool with awkward shorthand and abbreviated words that looks as if it was written by a teenager strung out on adderall while texting and trying to sound like totes professional about it and stuff. And I quote….

“Looking for an exciting, fun working environment?

McMenamins is now hiring at multiple locations, multiple positions available and range from entry level to management. We have both seasonal and long term opportunities. Qualified apps must have an open and flex sched, including, days, eves, wknds and holidays. We are looking for applicants who enjoy working in a busy customer service-oriented enviro. We offer opps for advancement and excellent benefits for eligible employees, including med, chiro, dental and so much more! Please apply online 24/7 at or pick up a paper app at any McMenamins location. Mail to 430 N. Killingsworth, Portland OR 97217 or fax: 503-221-8749. Call 503-952-0598 for info on other ways to apply. Please no phone calls or emails to individual locs! E.O.E.”

I know having a flex sched and chiro is a pretty tempting offer, but I’m also not convinced that communicating like some kind of lunatic is a very sound strategy for attracting people to fill your inevitably high employee turnover rate. And yes, if you’re wondering I applied.



At first glance you may think this video is just another pretty face covering pop songs on YouTube.



Except, this is the person who actually wrote all of these songs, and a bunch of other Top 40 hits. Her name is Bonnie Mckee, and to me she is the epitome of pop music. A formula driven recipe for the music we love to hate, and hate to love.

Bonnie is a classically trained musician who has been in the business since she was a teen. She obviously has the talent (actually knowing how to play an instrument and sing in tune) and is going for the look, so why isn’t she just trying to be a pop-star in her own right.

Oh, wait apparently she is…

After doing some googling I found a few people’s theories and opinions on her career choices and the music industry in general. I’d add my own half-baked theories, but there’s no sense in beating a dead horse. Pop music does a thorough job of that on their own.

I can only imagine what the writing process is like for these type of songs. It’s probably somewhere in-between blissful ignorance, zany celebrity antics, and constantly fighting the urge of putting a gun to your head.

Or maybe it’s just all blurred lines roar we can’t stop applause radioactive holy grail wake me up safe and sound summertime sadness get lucky. Who knows…


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