Desert Bus for Hope 2017

About this time every year, I start going on and on about this thing called Desert Bus for Hope. If you’ve never heard of it, I feel like I’ve failed somewhere along the line, but also it’s essentially a charity drive that benefits the Child’s Play charity. During Desert Bus for Hope, a driver plays the game Desert Bus, a game where you drive a bus from Tucson, Arizona to Las Vegas, Nevada in real time. You drive on a straight road in the desert, there are no other cars, no people, just you and the bus. As you can imagine, this is kinda boring, so during the drive there are live auctions, giveaways, special guests, and of course shenanigans ensue. 2017 marks the eleventh year that Loading Ready Run has been putting on this strange thing they do. Most importantly, this year they needed an extra photographer.

This is where I come in. I’ve been watching and supporting Desert Bus every year for the past seven years or so. So when I heard the call, I put my hand up as quick as possible. Which brings me to where I am now. I’m going to be the second photographer at Desert Bus! I’m very excited especially now that I’ve traveled across the country just to be a part of this amazing thing. Naturally, the proceeds from Desert Bus go straight to Child’s Play, so this position is super volunteer, as in I paid to get out here and for my accommodations. Unfortunately, this means that I’m not going to be able to donate as much as I usually do. So, this year, I’m hoping that all of you can find it in your heart to give a little more. Not just for me, but for the children!

To see me in action, be sure to follow along at http://desertbus.org and their Facebook Page as well.

September 11th, 2017

Hurricane Irma has come and gone. We spent our Friday setting up sand bags at our back door and securing our grill closer indoors. Sarah and I then settled in for the evening. The air was nice and cool, there was a soft breeze, you’d hardly notice there was a category 4 hurricane headed your way.

Saturday, we did what two home bodies would do, we slept in, watched some TV, I played some Destiny 2, and cooked some of our perishable food. Irma was just starting to make landfall in Florida, still category 4.

Sunday morning, I woke up around 6am for no apparent reason. I then booted up my MacBook Pro and set up a weather stream. I had a camera facing out our window with a current weather radar showing the area, the local weather conditions, and the reported conditions of Irma. The stream lasted a whole 11 hours before we finally lost power. After getting the stream running, I played a little more Destiny 2 (by the way, I’m really enjoying it, I might go into more detail at some point). It had been alternating between raining very lightly a little heavily all day, and eventually we had the idea to take a nap. Finally, around 8pm, the power went out. By 10pm, we made our way out to our front porch and watched the storm with our neighbor and his dad. We even got to watch green flashes of light illuminate the sky every time lightning struck electrical equipment. It was very twilight-zone-y. By about midnight, I was feeling tired again, so we had made a go at going back to sleep.

It’s really difficult to sleep in complete silence. Especially when you’re used to having some form of white noise. The howl of the wind, and the noises from the dogs kept me up and down all night. Around 2am, I finally was completely asleep. Then again, 5am rolled around, and I was wide awake again. It was quiet, too quiet. We were in the eye. Naturally, I got up, got dressed, and went outside to check it out.

Eventually, we got back to sleep with the peace of knowing what our neighborhood looked like. Around noon we got out of bed and moseyed the dogs outside for another walk. On our way back to the house, we noticed that one of the houses had a light on outside. Then, people started popping out of their houses to exclaim “WE’VE GOT POWER!”

Due to all the damage outside our little neighborhood, neither of us really have work tomorrow, still. I hope everyone is safe and doing well.

August 10th 2017

Hey. What’s up? How’s things going for you? I’m alright. Pretty sure I’m about to make a fool of myself at work, but whatever. 


I’m currently working on the Frankenstein’s Monster project that is Attack of the Beards. The future of Attack of the Beards will be as a podcast/vidcast/vlog/broadcast network. Initially, I think we’ll be focusing on getting content out, rather than focusing super hard on making everything perfect right out of the gate. This isn’t my normal approach, buuuuuttttt, baby steps, you know. 

Currently, I have five shows that the Network will probably feature, granted their pilots turn out well, and their feasibility is high as far as production time is concerned, we’ll move on with them. I’m keeping five more shows in my back pocket for the time being, one of which will probably never get made, since it literally has “asshole” in the title. 

Either way. This weekend, I’m going to turn the Patreon back on, and I’m going to finish up writing the formats for the shows, so that we have a template for how the shows will flow. I should probably actually finish writing the business plan, but, I’m not sure if I’m going to kickstart this or just stick to Patreon. 

We’ll see. My neck and head are completely relaxed. 

August 9th, 2017

My mind is relaxed. My mind is relaxed. My mind is COMPLETELY relaxed. 


Today marked the sixth year that I’ve been driving a Civic. I’ve driven over 115,000 miles in it, which adds up to about 19,000 miles every year, or about 52 miles every day. Which is fairly accurate, except when I solely worked from home, and wouldn’t leave for weeks at a time, but driving about 100 miles every day, now, is balancing it out. 


It’s almost silly thinking about it now, but my first instinct when I got it home was to bring out some work lights and photograph it. It’s almost as if I’ve always loved photographing automobiles, even when I wasn’t as good at it as I am now. Overall, though, this car means a lot to me. 


The purchasing of this car signifies a massive turn in my life. I had been out of what my close friends call the worst relationship (to be fair: both parties were equally awful… kids, am I right?) I’ve ever been in for a while, and had just about to swear off ever trying to date ever again. Shortly after making my mind up on that, of course, Sarah and I started dating. I guess you could say that my buying the Civic symbolized me moving into adulthood. 


Over the years, of course, this simple car has been run ragged. It’s the fastest car I’ve ever had, and it is driven as such, on and off road. I can count on one hand the number of times it’s been airborne. It’s gotten high-centered on a mid trail. And it’s been bounced around enough to the point where the front skid plate started to fall off and needed to be ripped off the car on the side of the road. 


We’ve driven to Atlanta on a whim and have been all the way to North Carolina, and that will definitely not be the last trip for it. 


I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again and again. This Civic is more than a car, more than a friend. I love it, and wouldn’t give it up for anything. Except maybe a blue F-150…