I'm Stray, or Jeff if you want to get familiar. I'm an artist, music maker, aspiring writer, goofball, geek, nerd, and dork. I design graphics for t-shirts for money.

This blog is mainly for my own artwork. I also make daily confessions and daily music posts.

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Look what I got in the mail today! My birthday present to myself, Paul F. Tompkins’ Laboring Under Delusions! You guys also make out with your dvd’s before you watch them right? What am I saying, of course you do, we all do, everybody does this! 100% normal.

Look what I got in the mail today! My birthday present to myself, Paul F. Tompkins’ Laboring Under Delusions!

You guys also make out with your dvd’s before you watch them right? What am I saying, of course you do, we all do, everybody does this! 100% normal.

The Paul F Tompkins Show Presents: The Pod F Tompkast LIVE! I’ve got tickets to see this sexy dude October 20th @ Largo. YOU SHOULD DO THE SAME! I don’t know if any of my friends will be joining me (a couple say they will but I’ll believe it when they have tickets), so if you see me there alone say hi and let me sit next to you so I don’t feel like a weird loser. I’ll be the guy that looks like me.

The Paul F Tompkins Show Presents: The Pod F Tompkast LIVE!

I’ve got tickets to see this sexy dude October 20th @ Largo. YOU SHOULD DO THE SAME!

I don’t know if any of my friends will be joining me (a couple say they will but I’ll believe it when they have tickets), so if you see me there alone say hi and let me sit next to you so I don’t feel like a weird loser. I’ll be the guy that looks like me.

Thanks to Paul F. Tompkins, any time I see a mention of Cake Boss, Ice-T, Gary Marshall, Andrew Lloyd Weber, or Werner Herzog and it turns out to just be the actual person I’m always disappointed.

By being more entertaining/interesting versions of those people he’s made their existence feel boring and redundant. Which leads me to the conclusion that in a perfect world all people would be Paul F. Tompkins impersonations. A world where we’re all replaced by PFT clones doing a hilarious ongoing bit based on who we were. Utopia.