A Gnu Year, A New Ewe

Heh.

So it's about that time again, when the denizens of this planet take it upon themselves to do that "resolution" thing for the coming year. So I thought about it, and here's my New Year's Resolution:

1024x768

I was at 640x480 last year, so I thought it was time to upgrade.

I kid, of course. I do wonder though: do people REALLY go through with any goals they set for themselves after maybe a month or so? Do people really lose the weight? On a side note, I should keep an eye on infomercials in January to see how many weight-loss products are being sold. I imagine that with the exception of a few people, the resolution idea is more of a nice thought than any practical application in life.

Of course, I could be totally wrong, and if I am, please let me know.

But, since I'm still of the goofy mind-set, I've decided that since 87% of the U.S. population won't lose the weight, I can make an equally absurd resolution: I'm going to be a better guitarist than Steve Vai by this time in 2004.

Note I said 'better,' not 'weirder.' No one can top that. I mean, the man has his clavicals pierced, for crying out loud.

I should also like to point out, again, that U2 still kicks ass, as does the guy at home with me right now, for taking the time to make me the CDs of the Slane DVD. He is, as I might say, a peach.

Last night witnessed the first, epic rehearsal of Routine 27. I think, even through any cruddy bits we had, we were still better than Nickleback.

Cheery bye.

Ah, yeah, huh. well. Whee!

Heh. Family. Yeah, they're all nuts. And then you get them all in the same room, and just wait for something fun to happen! Last night was close, I think. Thankfully, Auntie Di was nice enough not to go and rip Dalette's lungs out with a toothpick. And make no mistake, I'm sure she could, if she was so inclined.

And then there was the "fireplace incident" of Christmas Eve. Mix one large dog, one edgy dad, a fireplace, and his mom, and you've got....fireworks. Yeah, yeah. Shut up. But, in the end, cooler heads prevailed.

Or something. Shoot I don't know. Ask the other one. He can give you a long shpeel. I frankly don't feel like typing it all out. If you really want to know, you can come and ask me at work tomorrow. Odds are I won't feel like doing anything anyways. And besides, the boss is on vacation, so I could probably get away with it.

Oh yes. I think it's worht noting that ALL parents think their kids are the cutest babies on the face of the earth. It's just one of those things. Sort of like guys and power tools. Only different.

No, I'm sure Steve's kids will be simply precious.

Hey! Do you know how to tell when you're done playing football? That's right! When The Man kicks you off the field.

I miss having a month off.

U2 still kicks ass.

Bloody weather.

Boy howdy, I hate it when this happens...

Have you ever walked into your kitchen in the morning and been surrounded by your closest friends?

No?

Have you ever walked in and found a rather unsightly cigarrette smoking lady?

I know, I know. It happens to me at LEAST once a week. I don't even know who she is!

And that wallet thing is VERY funny, when you consider my dad said it with a straight face. And, in some really odd way, I guess it made sense. Sort of. Or not.

If you can help it, don't go and get sick. It's just such a hassle, what with the coughing, sneezing, fevering, bad sleeping, etc. etcc, i just can't see the benefit. Even staying home from work loses it's huzzah, since there's NOTHING to do. except attempt to try and have conversations with your cats (brothers are SOOO overrated for REAL conversation), but then you realize you CAN'T, because you have no voice. But, a date to see Return of the King is very much worth risking extended illness. So, even if you're bedridden, take your bed, and go see that movie. Yeah, it's that good.

So I know I've been slacking off lately, which is really bad, considering the fact I still think of this as "my site," which, of course, is pretty silly. But, after Friday, I might not be of the ability to post anymore. So if there are no more posts after today, call Tom. I'm sure it'll be his fault.

And, well, Merry Christmas, Happy Channukah, Happy Kwaanza, or, for you more interesting people, enjoy your winter solstice.

Strange fellers...

flush with turtle paste residue

Damn right my house isn't broken! Well, wait, there might be a few areas in need of sprucing up, but the general consenus among people polled (read: the cats) says that my house is just fine.
Signs you know you've probably crossed the fine line between nerd and super nerd: you watch Jurassic Park (I, II, or III) and you spend as much time watching the movie as you do criticizing the paleontologist the film used as it's 'expert.' Yeah, that's right Horner! I don't like you! Hahahah!

Moron.

Anyways. Attended a hockey game last night. And we won, huzzah. I believe the Blues are undefeated in the last, I don't know 7 or 8 games I've been to. It's probably not a bad idea if I went to EVERY game during the season. So Blues' management, listen up.

Ho hum ho. Nothing else to report at the moment.

I think...

what my brother is really trying to say is "dear God I can't believe I'm going to be stuck in a house with that guy for 5 WEEKS!"

Not that he has to put up with me all that much, but you know, I'd be sick of me after awhile too. But anyways. We just got a new camera at work! Whee!!!! I think I'm going to like this thing. And, if nothing else, it gives me an excuse to not really do anything for awhile today, since I'll be "testing the equipment." I do need to use it today, so I'll have to figure it out ASAP.

In other news, Return of the King opened today, excellent. I think I have a date to see it this weekend. I mean, I AM going to see it, but the 'date' portion leaves room for interpretation. We'll have to see. I go from not having ANY dates, to maybe having to deal with multiple people. Jeezo.

It should be noted that picture frames are damned expensive, so my early idea that I'd be saving money on gifts this year kinda got shot down. Oh well. It's a nice change for people, I think.

Anyways, my hands are a bit shaky, which means I need to go eat something. Obviously, Cap'n Crunch just won't cut it anymore.

Cheery bye,
Dave

Sunday

Today is Sunday, yes.

So the weather persons called it right. For a change.

And where did I hear about Saddam getting caught today? At church, of all places. Fr. Don beat the internet! How about that?

So why is it, when there's any kind of moisture in the air, that people can't drive anymore? Yes there's snow. No, it doesn't mean drive 35 on the highway. Not last night, at least. It wasn't THAT bad. Jeezo.

For any budding photojournalists reading this: be prepared to sacrifice all of your free time. If you don't truly love what you're doing, you will get sick of it. On the bright side, you might get to see a fun Kwanzaa festival with one of the coolest bass players short of Mr. Wooten I've seen in awhile. So I think it all evens out in the end.

I smell like a fireplace. Maybe I should go shower.

Cheery bye!

Bah

Yeah, I wish I had exciting dreams and stories to relate to loyal readers. Alas, I lead the dull life of a full-time worker.

I feel obligated to post though. I was going to earlier today, but decided against it. Oh well.

Hey, it's going to snow tomorrow! We're all going to die! Get to the stores, buy water, stock up!!! There's no hope!

Unless, you know, nothing happens. They're predicting 2-4 inches, which means either 8 inches, or none. And guess who's supposed to be out driving in it?

Stay tuned for updates...

mind over mind

So, in an attempt to make my life sound just ever so slightly more exciting than it actually is, I offer this story from last night's soccer game.

About midway through the second half, I'm chasing down the ball in the corner, but the guy from the other team beats me to it, and kicks it rather hard, in an effort to clear it, right off the side of my head.

No wait! Come back! I'm not done yet.

I go down, naturally, but, also naturally, I'm right back up again (I think it falls under the realm of a "stupid guy thing"). The ref had blown the whistle, although I found that pointless, since it took me longer to fall than get back up. Anyways, I'm about to get going again, when the guy from the other team asks me if I'd lost a contact. I check my eyes, and my left eye seems a bit blurry, so I'm like "I guess so." So the majority of both teams start looking for it, which must have been an amusing sight, but no go. I also realized that even if we DID find it, it did me no good, since I sure as hell wasn't going to put it back in my eye, and I didn't have a case. So I played on. After the game, I'm driving home, and I'm thinking to myself, "Self, my vision isn't all that off." So I get home, check the mirror, and, of course, Mr. Lens is still in there. So there you go. The power of suggestion is indeed powerful.

Oh yeah, we won. 7-1, or something. I don't know, or care all that much. All these "freelancers" we have on our team don't do much for me. Sure they're good, but there's no real team chemistry with them. They don't sub, and they're too flashy. So I'll be glad when they leave. Soon, I hope. We have three weeks off, and then we should have some regulars back.

One other thing: it's cold enough to freeze your winnebago out there! It's so cold I found a polar bear in by refrigerator trying to keep warm!

update!

The quote is from the episode called 'Future Schlock.'

Why would someone put a bannana in the refrigerizer?

And another thing...

First, a big hello to our anonymous poster. Whoever you are, "thank you for stopping bye!"

I quoted that from something, but I can't remember what. CGT, any ideas? It might be Rocko, but I could be wrong. Great. Now I'm going to be up all night trying to figure out where that came from. Grr. Way to go, brain. Trying to drive me nuts.

Can you tell I'm filling space? I actually do have a point or two.

Sort of going back to the 'Tones show, although this is a bit more generic. For all concert-goers: when you get to the show, PICK A SPOT AND STAY THERE! All this wandering back and forth and pushing your way up is rude, and damn annoying. Now, if the crowd is shifting, sure, move on up. But don't go strolling around in THE MIDDLE OF A SONG! Also, why do people go to shows and talk on their cell phones DURING a song?

Man, people can be stupid sometimes. Bah.

Note to you bachelor types out there: changing the vacuum bag is a good idea every so often. You can actually get the floors clean! Whee!!!

Speaking of album titles, Pink Floyd's masterpiece 'Dark Side of the Moon' was actually a title used by another band around the same time. The other album (I can't recall who, but I can look it up), was a commercial dud, so the Floyd felt okay in using it for themselves. Something else to chew on, eh?


update: the name of that band was Medicine Head. I almost tripped over a cat to bring you that information, so don't forget it!

totally baked...

As in cookies, of course.

My first batch for the year came out pretty good, although it might be my only batch. Of course mother took the good blender with her when she left, and the hand-held deally I have now is, well, less than stellar. It shouldn't take 20 minutes to get the batter mixed!

But they look the same when they come out, and hey, they even managed to taste good! Granted, I have more than I know what to do with. Thank God for coworkers.

I find it amusing that ABC decided to have tonight's Ram's game start at 8. That's 9 on the east coast! Those poor folks are going to be up until 12:30 or somethin, just because of stupid Monday Night Football. Why not move it up an hour?

Oh yeah, that would make sense...

The Flecktones still rock, thank you very much.

the fjords of oslo

Ah, nothing like a Flecktones show.

The modifier 'good' is redundant, since the phrase "Flecktones show" implies good. And, as always, they were beyond brilliant. I can't recall any specifics, which always annoys me.

I somehow feel prvileged that my favorite bands/musicians are the best at what they do. The 'Tones, U2, Pink Floyd, Satriani, Pearl Jam--all excellent bands to begin with, but they also happen to be (as far as I'm concerned) THE best in the business. So I guess I end up feeling elitist when I'm at these shows, which irks me, since I don't want to feel better than everyone else. Oh well. I suppose that if that's the worst of my problems, I'm in good shape, eh?

That being said...I don't think I have anything else to say.

In the words of the great Rob Savoy: "That's all I got."

maybe

Well, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt, although the last Tim Burton movie I saw was Planet of the Apes. Remember: not a remake, a reimagining! I was not impressed.
But his stuff tends to be a bit, well dark, and I don't think the book was all that dark. Maybe a slight hint at it, but TB isn't usually subtle with that stuff (Batman Returns anyone?). I will agree that Emma would be a good Veruca, though, after seeing those lines. I love the dialogue from the original. I think just about all of it is worth keeping.

Danny Elfman will do the music.

And hey, check this out: http://pages.slu.edu/student/betkist

Mmm-kay, I have to go to work now. And my stomach hurts. Lovely.

Yeah, but...

They ALREADY made that movie, and it was just fine. I mean, I like Tim and Johnny Depp as much as the next guy, but jeezo, can't we leave well enough alone?

Depp is good, but he's no Gene Wilder. And you know there's NO WAY that boat scen is going to make it in this time.

No, I think I'll stick with the original.

ACTING!

Ah, so now I feel truly initiated into the world of DeSmet theater: i witnessed my first Fr. Craig "I'm going to rip someone's throat out" moment. Directed towards a mom no less! Whee! Oh yeah, and I got to see a good show. Some memorable lines in a moment. But first...

So I'm walking into the now famous "Emerson lobby," home of...well, that painting of that one lady that would receive offerings of food after lunch my sophomore year, and some other stuff, and I happened to hear another of those "moms" discussing something to this effect:

"...and I was like 'it is NOT sixty cents,' and the girl at the desk said 'but the computer says it's sixty cents.'"

Something along those lines. Regardless, experience told me she was most likely talking about a library fine. Now, of course, the problem here is that this woman was getting worked up over SIXTY CENTS. I mean, jeezo lady, is it that big of a deal? Just pay it! I'm sure you'll find a way to survive. I could say some other things, but I won't.

Anyways, good quotes from "The Butterfingers Angel, Mary and Joseph, Herod the Nut, and the Butchering of 12 Christmas Carols in a Pear Tree." Also known as "TBAMJHtNatBoTCCiaPT."

"They're antideluvian! A hippopotamus is a higher form of human life!"
"It's a census! So sign up by the first of the year. Or it's off with your heads!"
"Every night I pray to God to make me perfect. And every morning, in His infinite wisdom, I wake up a putz."
"Time? Time is what I make. 3/4? 4/4? 7/8? What'll it be?"

Good times. And hey! I'm on the DDP wall of fame! I got my pictures in those snazzy little plaques commemorating each show from the year!

Excelsior!

Cry havoc, and let loose the dogs of war.

Or something like that. It doesn't have anything to do with anything, I just like the way it sounds. I'm thinking of the quote from General Chang, in Star Trek VI, of course.

So we have $1000 to spend on a new camera here at work. $1000!!!!!!! That would buy us almost ANYTHING we want. I mean, jeezo, if I'd known a few red eyes would get us new equipment, I'd have done it earlier. Nothing wrong with what we have now, of course, but, new equipment is always fun.

I wonder: does the mere fact that I own a house make me potentially more appealing to types of the opposite sex ("girls," if you will), then before? And, if so, why don't I have a 5% increase in the amount of dates I had before? Oh yeah, 5% of nothing is still nothing. Curses! Foiled by math once again! Yeah, everyone seems to think I should have people lining up outside the door for a date or something. Maybe they come while I'm at work or something.

I apologize for that. I think you'll find this a bit more interesting.

I almost used the (in)famous Monty Python foot in a design today. Came very close. Maybe next time.

Yeah for the 'Tones!!!

Huh

Yeah, um. Huh. Please ignore this.

well well well

I think some people have a lot of time on their hands.

I wish I had that much time. Still, I have to agree with everything said below. I've only read the HP series once through, and I'm only through book one of LOtR, but all that seems about right. Even though I read HP a lot quicker than Tolkien, I think I like his stuff a lot more. There's just so much more to it to draw a reader in. The overall scope is just so much more. Epic, if you will, since that's what it is.

I'd say more, but I haven't read it all enough to really go in depth. Suffice to say, "I like it very much."

What else can I say right now? Probably anything I want, but no one would actually read half of what I might post. I have, however, found a probable buyer for my Ric. After 6 months, I just don't play it enough to keep it. So I'm gonna sell it, so I can sell my soul for good, and my journey to the Dark Side will be complete.*

Four day weekends: Thank you sir, may I have another? Back to the salt mines tomorrow.

later days.







*completey gratuitous Star Wars reference from a devoted Trekkie. Now what does that mean?

What is this new devilry?

It's called 'putting the tree up,' and boy does it work.

Actually, the only really icky part was trying to put the lights around the dumb thing. But, I managed, and I have something that could pass for a nice tree. Just don't look at the back! My only fear is that I've erected the world's largest cat toy. No takers so far, but this thing has at least another month or so to be up, so I shan't hold my breath. I have a Christmas-y house. Now all I need is appropriate music.

Cat is acting very wacky...help me...rather. help the chair.

Um....that's it. Later days.

Bleah...

"What a sappy post."

Actually...

I don't normally do this kind of thing, except for good music, but do yourselves a favor and go see 'Love Actually.' It's actually quite funny, and it's not stupid-romance. Granted, I've not seen many of the romantic-comedy set, but this one was really pretty good. It was British, so that probably means something. And another thing: just how much does Joel Siegel get paid for hid favorable reviews? I mean, the man likes EVERYTHING, even the Cat in the Hat, for which there is no hell foul enough to contain. What, did he sell his soul or something? Or just his integrity? Shoot, maybe he's just really easy to please.

And I'm off tomorrow, today is payday, the Blues won (again), so hey, things are good.

Excelsior!!!

Check it out:

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&ie=ISO-8859-1&safe=off&q=Dave+Moore%3A+Photojournalism

I'm searchable!!!

Well, duh...

So your play analysis teacher was simply stating what I've know for years, yes?

Ha! Oh my, I kill myself sometimes.

Huh. Well. I just had to take a picture of...well, I'm not sure what it was. It was, as far as I can tell, a picture of a meeting that no one came to, save for the people running it. And this happens every year! But it's some meeting we MUST have, by law.

So there you go. And I think that was the most exciting thing to happen to me so far today.

Being the nerd I am, I got my Super-Special Edition of The Two Towers yesterday. Alas, I probably can't actually watch it until Friday night. Such is life.

Monday

Thank God!

The kitchen is painted! And it only took me like...7 hours to do everything. How could a room with half the painting area of the living room take so long? I do not want to be anywhere near paint for a very long time. Until I paint the bathroom, of course. It never ends...

So there's no way I can top the lobster story. I did have some odd dreams last night. The most interesting involved myself, apparently as a psycho-killer guy, doing my psycho-killing thing during a board meeting somewhere, THEN setting a bomb in the office, and then high-tailing it outta there. And who would be chasing me down in the end? Dad, of all people. Now what's up with that? It may not seem all that exciting here, but believe you me, when I remembered it after waking up, it was a lot weirder.

well, well, well...

It seems my counterpart has neglected his duties today. So all you loyal readers are stuck with yesterday's news. On behalf of the enire MaxRes staff, I apologize.

A break from the painting. Nowhere nearas annoying as last time, but otherwsie, all goes well. An interesting commercial for WebMD, about how patients can check their status online, or something to that effect. Could you imagine checking it, only you find out you were listed as dead? Bad day, believe you me.

It's cold-wheee!!!!!

It's wet-bleeeaah.

Even as a casual observer of the Rams, I can say beyond a doubt that Marc Bulger needs a break.

Like, now.

Just because...

I'm a nice guy, I'll give you tomorrow's post today, even though today has only about 10 minutes left. Tomorrow is PAINTING. Yeah, that's the ticket...

Not that I don't enjoy that strange yellowish color in the kitchen right now, but I bought paint, so I may as well use it. It's just home repair around the clock here. Window caulking, painting, the fun never stops!

Althought the cats seem to be wiped out from the fun. You know, all the sleeping they do during the day is rough. And the Blues won! For anyone who cares...

And I have a three-day work week, huzzah.

Does anyone really read this stuff? I mean, besides my partner in crime and maybe a select mother or two. Please, let me know. I'd feel more inclined to post more interesting thoughts if I knew I had to impress someone.

Weekend!

Joe Satriani still rocks, thank you very much.

I actually bowled three games last night, as opposed to only one, which is always a good thing.Now we see if Dave can fit in two Journal shoots and a trivia around painting the kitchen. If it's not this weekend, it may never be done. Well, okay, maybe not forever, but it'll be awhile.

Alas, I have nothing terribly witty to say at the moment. No good quotes or anything like that. I did have a dream that CM was playing...in a grocery store, I think, and the first song they played was a Pearl Jam cover. And Fred was way off in the back. But they were maybe gonna play 'Shotgun,' and Griff was pondering letting me play on stage with them. But I somehow went off on a tangent in the dream, and woke up before the show ended.

Curses!

Is that a real poncho, or a Sears' poncho?

I suppose that question isn't relevant, but if it was a Sears' home, then that would be something else. How cool was that company? They used to sell pre-cut house KITS! And then they ship everything to you in a railcar? Amazing! Granted, you'd have to put it all together, but still!! It's like the ultimate model! And there's one on the same street as my dad. Named, I swear, the 'Mitchell' style house. Oh how cool. I must go see it.
Yes, it would appear that my partner in crime could do with a mood lifter. Maybe knowing that Mitchell is alive and well, sort of, will be enough. Take heart, um, me hearty, things will get better. I mean hey, only two weeks until the 'Tones!
And CM is gonna be on TV on the 28th! Wheeeee!!!

I should mention that Joe Satriani is extremely amazing. Go buy all his stuff. Right now. Go.

Morning

Ow.

Hurt, pain, and general soreness. But hey, we won, so life is good.

And, well, um, I think that's about it.

23 ski-doo!

And Another Thing...

Did I mention Rush?

No?

Well let me mention it: Rush. Good stuff.
I love St. Louis weather: 65 Sunday, and 35 on Monday with a bit of snow. And then...well, who knows, so long as it's cold.

Cecil Frasney

Do you know who did it?

Have you figured it out yet?

More quote goodness:

"Excellent, how about some push-ups?"

"How many, sir?"

"I'll let you know!"

Hrm. Should our posts correspond with each other, or is this total, um, Disconnected-ness, a good thing? Oh well. I'm sure Al Gore will let me know if I'm doing something wrong. I have an official Flecktones convert now, so life is good. And my carpet is significantly less wet.

Excelsior!

Um. Music. Metallica-St. Anger and Michelle Branch-Spirit Room, along with healthy doses of Green Day and a smattering of U2 for good measure.

Hrm.



Soggy basements. Oh goody.

From Rugrats:

"What's to know? It's a cat! Just feed it and leave it alone!"

That's not too far off...

it seems I have a companion poster on this thing.


That means twice as much nonsense for...um...anyone who may actually be reading this.

But for all my loyal readers, expect the same high quality mental meanderings as before.

Hey!

I remembered I have this thing. Almost a week since I did anything.

A few thoughts from the boiler room:

I now HATE the phrase "the holidays." It doesn't mean a damn thing to anyone except businesses trying to sell uselass crap. Happy Holidays from Verizon my ass. Just say you want me to buy your phones. Much easier. And, they aren't trying to fool us into thinking their ads have ANYTHING to do with Christmas.

What happened to KSHE? It seems like it used to be so much better. I know i don't listen to it all the time, but after 3 days of pretty solid listening, I'm a bit let down. It's like 'the Led Zeppelin station,' with a bunch of crappy new bands and some other classic stuff thrown in for good measure. Ho-hum.

And what else...

Oh yeah, not talking about something makes it go away!!! Right on!

Never leave wet paint near a furnace.

And, of course, never eat raspberries.

Dear lord....

Why is it that the people highest in the ranks are the ones with no clue? The esteemed Mr. Wilson has decided that storing pictures in photo pages in binders is stupid, and we should instead, keep them in the boxes we get after we pick them up from the processing place. Yeah. That's gonna work just lovely. How about we just leave the negs out on the floor for people to walk on next?

Thankfully, no one I'm aware of thinks too highly of him or the idea.

Gaaah, don't go see Matrix Revolutions unless you MUST know how it ends. I mean, it was better than Wing Commander, but I think I'd rather go watch one of the lesser Godzilla movies.

And please, someone stop Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich from making movies. It's for the good of everyone.

Today's post is dedicated to Chuck the snake, who I almost chopped up yesterday, but was gracious enough to pose for some pictures. Stay warm, chief.

I was told last night I was noble, which seems pretty cool. And this came from a mom-aged-type person, so I think I can take that to mean something. And hey, work gossip can be sort of fun. If done properly, of course.

And to work I go. Hi-ho.

Whoa. I didn't post yesterday. I do hope all (one) of you managed to maintain composure.

Cold. It's damn cold out there. I like cold, but it's no good for picture-taking. It's either keep hands warm and fumble with the camera, or get good shots at the expense of your extremities.

I hate people who ask me if I'm "getting any good shots." I'm also not fond of any silly highschoolers who rather stupidly yell "hey, take my picture." Right. Like I'm going to waste perfectly good silver halide on you guys. Next, please.

Cold. And I have to do yard work tomorrow. Ugh. And hope dad isn't in one of those moods. And do two shoots. And have dinner with mom. And play trivia. Whew.

I wonder if it's asking too much of the world to have computers understand each other. I mean, why on earth should I have to make separate CDs, just so the precious Macs can read files I made on my computer at home? And damn it, I miss by right click!

If I didn't have to use a Mac everyday, I'd probably go on more of a tirade.

Is it worth $85 to see Cowboy Mouth in Chicago New Years Eve? Yes, I spent that much twice on U2, but that was before all this house payment/bill nonsense. But, it's CM! On New Year's Eve!


AAAAAGGHHHHHHH!!!

You know what's really not cool? When an author visits a library, and 87.5% of the people who show up are library staff. Ick.

On the bright side...we're less than a month away from a Flecktones concert, and only a week or so from a Dash Rip Rock show, which I suppose is a good thing.

Mmm-hmm. Yep. Lovin' it.

Hrm....I have 8 hours a day here at work, so I imagine I'll be making a lot of random comments. For all you out there (that would be one person right now), that may be good or bad, I don't know.

I love the irony here: the place that bills itself as the "professional photo place" is probably the furthest from. I mean come on, a week to get roll of black and white film processed? Should have done it myself.

Yep, they call me the workin' man. I guess that's what I am.

Time to work....bah. I think I need more 3 1/2 day weekends. Like, oh, I don't know....every other week or something. Yeah, that would be good.

Oh yeah. Now I got me one of these online thought page thingies. Be prepapred for.....things!!!