ramblings

First off, complements of Matt, here’s a photo of the missing arm from the grappling dummy. It’s still sitting a couple of blocks away from our apartment, enduring rain and dogs. The saga continues…

I spent all day yesterday customizing my brand new myspace page, which I put up as a means of getting more readers (and to meet available twelve-year-olds). If you’re on myspace, hit me up.

Complements of my cubicle-mate, Ileen, an excerpt from the passive Cuban protestor’s sign today:

"served in military for bay of pigs"

Yet another reason not to mess with that dude.

A few days ago I helped my friend Mark move a bunch of his stuff into storage. Being a musician/producer like myself (albeit a successful one), he had an obscene amount of gear and records. Flustered, mid-move, he exclaimed, “If it wasn’t for music, I’d just have some clothes and a laptop.” Here’s the final result of several hours of sweat and pain:



Finally, having gone stir-crazy from writing too many cover letters, I made an evil monster out of a plastic fork. It’s safe to say I need a more challenging job.