Well I'll be damned!  Either you know us, or you can sniff out genius from the barest trace of a scent.  Welcome to our site. We are two doods named Ruben and P. Schnitzal.  This website is an effort to free ourselves from a single-track life—we want to generalize in our hobbies, and somehow make a living from them:

 

·      Video

·      Writing

·      Graphics

·      Glass art

·      Stinky farts

·      Blowing things up

·      Ranching

·      Daydreaming

·      Storytelling in all forms

·      Trundling

·      Accordion music

·      Random emailing

·      Random entertaining

·      Exploring wilderness of all kinds

 

—and much more; we don’t want to be locked into one fulltime job, with a set schedule, and a boss telling us what to do.  The things we most want are:

 

·      Nice properties outside of small towns (million dollar properties, these days) where we can practice our hobbies.

·      Enough recognition for what we do to feed or fool our egos into contentment (possible?).

·      Enough time to travel and explore wild places.

·      Beautiful wives who will take care of us in our delusional, stubborn, and unrealistic mindsets.

 

Seems reasonable, no?  So really this website is us trying to set out on the road to happiness.  I’m not sure what you get out of it.

 

·      Maybe glean a little of our wisdumb.

·      Laugh at our expense and snort in disgust at what idiots we're.

·      Rip off our photos (no! no!).

 

This is an experiment.  Please email any suggestions or comments to MediaFeliz@gmail.com.  Since you will be the only one emailing, we can even respond in person!  Hell, email if you even took the time to read this crap.  That would be amazing!  Hey Sam, you think anybody will visit our site and email?  I’ll bet you a bag of Cheetos that we don’t get any emails.

This may be a pathetic start, but it is a start.  We hope that from here it will gain momentum like a large boulder exploding exponentially off of a mountaintop after the extreme effort of two people pushing and prying to get it rolling.  The stored up kinetic energy of our minds finally released into the public cyber consciousness.

Unfortunately, the future is not looking promising.  The standard gravitational oppression that exists in this world is dragging P. towards the life of a night janitor at a grade school, and Ruben might well become a permanent fixture at his in-law’s spare room in the big city.

What does the future hold for us?  Who knows…