I’m currently working on some self promotion work to drum up some more freelance opportunities and to “educate” the world on the misunderstood evolution of the delete. The above is what I have for the intro logo so far. More on this soon, until next time…COURAGE.

I’ve come to the realization after a few full days of being at the controls of Beendeleted Inc. full-time that I’ve basically have taken a three year hiatus from where I was at before heading north. It is a nice feeling to snap out of the funk and feel like myself again. Walking on eggshells for that long can really take its toll. The term “a pair of brown shoes with a tuxedo” seems to be about the same as “Beendeleted Inc. in the land of Mustache wax, Fox News and bolo ties.”.

So with this being said, the delete and beendeleted.com is “going places”. I’m not sure where as of yet, but it won’t be in the middle of nowhere. First things first, we visit the homeland in May, AKA Scotland, and from there plans shall be made.

And if you have missed this closing, well I apologize, and until next time…COURAGE.

Deleted Inc. is back from the winter travels that was the break from the grind. Apparently a present that I didn’t know about until last night was a pretty awesome head cold. I’ve also cracked the code to time travel, if you take 5-hour energy whilst wearing a 12 hour bra, once you hit 88 mph, you’ll have achieved total time travel.

Maybe “The Jesus” is the reason for the season. That has my vote.

I’ve been working on a few illustration ideas that shall hopefully surface through the weekend. That is if I can recharge the batteries from road trips, paperwork and the cubicle. Will post either here or facebook when finished. Also, if anyone reads this and is interested in owning their very own “EL DELETO” 1-inch button. Shoot me an email and I’ll see what I can do. I know that there are a lot of folks that are difficult to shop for, this could be another option that they wouldn’t be interested in. Those people are picky jerks, and you should probably shun them and their picky ways. Why don’t you just get a button for yourself? They glow in the dark and they’re black, which goes with everything. Well, that is all the upselling that I’m programmed to do.

Until next time…COURAGE.

A good interwebs find, indeed. The Delete is Deleting his way through life. More to come soon. Until the next time…COURAGE.

So, yes it has been awhile since I’ve posted a blog. Lets just say that I’ve had other items on the ol’ noggin. It is eeking into winter which means the options that Deleted Inc. usually pass on are limited to navigating our way through the non-plowed streets of the cheap ass community that we live in to do the everyday grind and try not to pop or permanently cripple our vehicles as a result. I hope that supply of the expensive mustache wax and diesel truck was worth it, you douche nozzles.

Wow, I bet you’ve missed our little one sided conversations. Well, until the next time…COURAGE.

It is the beginning of another week, which means I have to declare something as the carrot at the end of the stick, or else, well or else I’d probably start the habit of taking weeping breaks more often in the day. Right now I have them cornered to 6am until I park the car and head into work, then there is my lunch break, maybe a couple of bathroom breaks during the work day and then finally from 9:30 pm until I fall asleep. So, back to the carrot at the end of the stick…the last two weeks I’ve had trips to the mountains to fill this void. I guess this week would have to be the return of regular season hockey. My team doesn’t play their game until Saturday, so that is a few moons from now. We’ll see how I that cranks out.

I’ve been working on some illustrations, but have realized that they feel as if they are the same of the same. I believe the delete needs a vision quest or something of the sort, maybe just some vacation time from the daily grind. It is hard to explore such avenues with the weeping schedule that I have going on.

That is all for now, until next time remember… COURAGE.