A Transformer-Robot-Dinosaur who makes art.

I'm a designer and maker in Toronto, Canada.

I make things! All kinds of things! Lately, lots of bow ties and monsters. This is a process blog/art journal of things I make, along with the occasional egotistical selfie, of course.

She is crazy. How could her father not be worried? But right now he is helping Jackie, and they are lifting this monitor up over their heads. They lift it up over their heads, and Jackie’s muscles ache like gold. The sun is shining.
“Are you insane?” the nurse says. But even crazy people can be heroes.

This can also be applied to iamthesean and me.

prologue ii, One Bloody Thing After Another by Joey Comeau

While re-reading One Bloody Thing After Another today I dropped a glass and it smashed.  It seemed to fall in slow motion and when it hit the ground and broke, it was extremely satisfying.

The second part of the prologue from the book is one of my favourite passages/scenes/scenarios.  It’s just so perfect.  I finished reading the book while drinking a coffee outside Ideal in Kensington; I forgot how viscerally gory the end was, and I was wincing and pulling a face.  As I put the book back in my bag, the couple next to me started asking me about it and, well, I gushed a bit.  I love this book.  As much as I can’t handle gore well, it is totally worth it for Joey Comeau’s writing.

makin’ bike lights

Matching hair!

Oh hey, look who’s a cover model on the next/new issue of Broken Pencil.

job hunting sucks, but sometimes you come across ridiculous gems like this on CraigsList.

"Cool stuff like collecting tshirts, hobbies to take up thanks to the extra time of not having kids"


Yesterday I was on a music video set for 15 hours.  The music video was for this song, which they played over and over.  I am currently listening to this song, since I am neither sick of it nor hate it from over play.
Listen to the song.
Fall in love.
Look forward to the AMAZING music video that is to come.

July 10th: 30 weeks.

This week I am fixing four LED TRON-type light suits for a music video.  

I may not be sleeping much this week, but who needs sleep when you have LED TRON-type light suits?

This happened today to a mug I loved more than most other things.
I guess this is the problem with using a mug to hold all of your emotions as well as delicious coffee.  If/when it breaks… now where am I going to store my excessive feelings?  Sure, I have more mugs to drink coffee out of, but I need another container for all these dumb painful emotions that get in the way of doing things.


Soft Circuit ‘Bee’

HERE’S MY CARD: a mixer for creative people

STAY GOLDEN: a Golden Girls Party!

Urban Gardening ‘Bee’


A Midsummer Night’s Zine (with Shameless Magazine!)

Coding ‘Bee’!

(also check out Keener Events, who are hosting Here’s My Card, Stay Golden, and A Midsummer Night’s Zine!)

I woke up in my parents’ house in Muskoka (that’s not the disorienting part, I’ve been there the past two days).
Something made me really grumpy before I had coffee and my face hurt from scrunching it.
I swam in the Muskoka River.
I spent over two hours in a car.
I got my 30th T shot, ended up bleeding from it, and fainting.
I had food with friends, went to the Welcome to Night Vale live show, and then went and ate more food with different friends.
Now I am home and my room is still a disastrous mess from the week leading up to Pride weekend which I then fled to go to Muskoka.  Now I am back and feel… at a loss?  June is over.  I did so, so much, but I don’t seem to feel connected to any of it.  Maybe that connection will return?  

I love putting all that I am in the work that I do; I love doing the work that I do with all that I am.  I am passionate about being passionate.  But when the work is done, I wish I felt less empty from it.  I wish I felt more proud of myself.  I just feel numb.

Guess who’s going to the live Welcome to Night Vale show?

World Pride: LET’S GO!