Archive for the ‘I’m A Jerk’ Category

I’m going to be on NPR!

Friday, November 17th, 2017

Tomorrow, my life-long dream of saying words on National Public Radio will be realized. This isn’t how young-me thought I’d be doing it, but here were are.

My segment is on a show called Sound Effect, and it will air some time between 10 and 11am PST on KXAN 88.5 FM. The show features people around Puget Sound who do things and stuff. My interview was prerecorded and will air with a few other interviews that fit this week’s theme.

Listen live or listen later!

Hearst World Problems

Monday, November 7th, 2011

Terrible injustices are taking place:

1. I found myself at the front of a four-car pile-up while driving my body shop’s loaner car. (I am not at fault.) Some say I was lucky not to have been driving the BDH when it happened. How is it lucky to be stuck in Everett for two hours while the police fill out paperwork?

2. I recently learned that the Russians sometimes transport their dead in buses. How do they decide who gets to sit up front?

3. I went to the Seattle Auto Show and there were no Cadillac Ciels for me to sit in. How have they not started building these damn cars?

4. It’s hearse, not hearst. How did you get through this post without calling, texting, and/or visiting me personally to tell me what a horrible mistake I made?

Seattle Bride’s Best of 2011

Saturday, July 2nd, 2011

Yesterday was action-packed! After a long trip from Everett back to the Emerald Motherland, I picked up my new friend Jessica and brought her back to my place for a quick interview and photoshoot. She’s doing a photojournalism project about people who were affected by the recession. Since I had saved up before ending all of my contracts back in 2008, I enjoyed my year of “funemployment” traveling and working on the Barbie Dream Hearse. Most people were not so fortunate, and I’m happy to have been able to contribute a positive story to the project.

Afterward we headed out to South Lake Union for a party hosted by Seattle Bride Magazine. I won the “Kookiest Getaway Mobile” award and received a small write-up:

Since our shoot ran long, I missed the ceremony in which these kinds of important awards are accepted. If I had known it was not just a party and actually serious business, I would have been more prompt. But Jessica and I were having fun, and we kept having it well through the rest of the party:

Crypticon and Then Some

Thursday, June 2nd, 2011

It’s the time of year again: Convention/festival/party outside season. With the daylight hours starting to extend beyond the usual 4pm, we might as well.

I was much more relaxed at this year’s Crypticon because a) it wasn’t way the hell up in Everett and b) I didn’t offer to help. Yes, that’s right, Barbie Dream Hearse doesn’t care about (semi) famous people. But it’s worth mentioning I met the guy who played young Superman and the kid from the Chuckie movies, and they were both really nice.

The bulk of my experience was spent outside chatting with my fellow hearse owners and some passersby. Last time, the convention was partially held in a parking garage, so we just backed our cars into it. This time, we were parked in between the exhibition hall and the hotel rooms, so most of the schmoozing was happening elsewhere. I don’t really mind, since I’m not much of a schmoozer.

It rained a bit in the morning, so I didn’t stop at Brown Bear for a wash after I picked up the new BDH shirts.* Once I got to Sea-Tac and breakfast was over, the sun was out and we were ready to put our cars on display. Barbie was looking a little bedraggled, Marcelo kindly offered to wipe her down.

“Mmmnnnyesss, dear boy. And when you’re done, please polish my brass knuckles.”

(Thanks for the picture, Naomi!)

*OH YEAH! I have a new batch of black star logo shirts available in both mens and womens sizes! They look awesome and I’ll be adding them to the store in the next couple of days. Yay!

Just Another Statistic

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Addendum: Okay. At a glance, I can see how someone would think I made this referring to MY mom, but actually someone made it for me as a joke referring to HIS parents. My mom, dad, and I each enjoy moderately necessary relationships with each other.