For the last two days, I’ve been selling Snarky Cards in Seattle’s bars. And it’s been really awesome!

But more about that later, right now I wanna tell you about tomorrow. I’m catching a train back to Portland in a few hours, and I’ll be up all night, to make some blank cards for tomorrow’s Crafty Wonderland! At the Doug-fir!

Sunday, October 11th, from 11am-4pm at the Doug Fir Lounge, 830 E. Burnside

I’ll be there, with Bob -my Smith Carona typewriter not be racist or anything, it’s just everyone always wants to know what kind of typewriter he is, so I feel like I should just say it straight out – and blank cards, and my witt, to bring you custom cards for your fucked up personal relationships. I’ll help you break-up, make-up, comfort somone in their time of bad sexual experience, or tell your child that you wish they were a different person. Ok, just kidding. I would never help a parent express disappointment. That would be mean. But the other stuff I’ll do!

So, if you’re in Portland tomorrow, come to the Doug Fir! And get your awesome on!

I am back from San Francisco. Coming back from California is always weird for me. When I’m there, my phone rings constantly; friends, needing to know where I am and when I’m going to come hang out, giving me suggestions for where I can sell. Cute Californian boys trying to lure me into bed.

In San Francisco I’m the hot new thing. When people see my cards for the first time, they scream. And they have more money in SF than they do in Portland. So after they stop screaming, they buy more cards.

In Portland, I’m a staple, a “very Portland phenomenon” and people nod and smile and say “Nice to see you again”. They  say “I’ve always wanted to meet the person who does this.” And shrug when I ask if they wanna look at the new cards. They say “Oh, I can buy them at Tiny’s.” Or, “I see these all over!” and I have to work a little harder to dazzle them, to eek my rent out of my Snarky Cards.

I love my Portland life, but it’s very solitary. I spend about 90 hours a week making cards, or selling cards. Most of my good friends are Bad-Ass Bitches who own their own businesses. And they’re busy, trying to build their empire. So I steal a girls night here and there. So the phone is silent, and I’m old hat here, and switching between the two worlds is confusing, and a little depressing.

Pegasus Bookstore! Now carries Snarky Cards!

In conclusion: I love The City. And the City seems to love me back. It’s a nice change from the solitary life in Portlandia.

As of last week, Pegasus Books now carries Snarky Cards! It took a year, but Victory is now mine! Now that one store has succumbed to my charms, more will fall! Mooo-hahahahaha! (Is that an evil laugh? I can’t tell. I tried to sound it out, but I’m not sure if I nailed it or not.) So if you love Snarky Cards, and you need some, and you live in the Bay Area, you can go to Pegasus and get yourself some!

Divorce Season's around the corner people! Dig it! I can comfort you in time of need, and help you get laid again!

But as I get used to the sweetness of my own company again, I find myself becoming one with the Portland Art Scene once again. I’ve been going out selling at bars almost every night this week. This Saturday, I’ll be at Missisipi Pizza, getting my groove on to The Chapman Swifts. And this Sunday I’ll be at Crafty Wonderland, with my typewriter, Bob, bringing you custom Snarky Cards, and sage advice for those feeling lost in love.