The D*lbert Project

I wish I could remember why I made this. All I know is it was 2013 and I was busted ass broke, sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my dad’s office. I had no prospects left. Everything I had fit comfortably in the back of my 2000 Ford Explorer with a blown head gasket. But freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.

I was starting to develop a Twitter following, and I was really mad about the frivolous comfort of media people. Everything seemed so easy for them. They took it for granted that they had a future: health insurance and pet dogs and ticket stubs and the ability to picture a life that was bigger than mine.

So I thought I’d use Twitter as a way to do broadcast signal intrusions. Interrupt the show and freak people out for a second. That was my entire MO. Just bring the doom.

I also decided to have a problem with Scott Adams, whose politics had started to profoundly bother me. This whole idea of an IQ-based meritocracy where everybody in the room besides you is an idiot. So I designed and wrote a collage piece about fascism, and it didn't make a ton of sense but that's fine because ultimately I just wanted to do an insane thing. Just to see what happened. The Dilbert Project: