What would you really give to be president?

Hey John McCain! If I vote for you, will you give me one of those 13 cars you've got? I sure could use an extra set of wheels and I could always sell it when our economy crumbles and a guy like me can't even afford a loaf of bread. Okay, just thought I'd run that past you! Thanks!

Back in NOLA!

We have returned to the New Orleans area after living and working in Houston, TX for three years. Yes, it does feel good to be back home. We mostly returned because of our families, but also because of a general quality of life that we felt was missing back in Houston. Yeah, there were good times and great people in Houston, but to us, nothing beats the Crescent City.
So for better or worse, here we are, and here we shall remain.

Things that happen on a work night around 10:30 when I should be sleeping:

1. Neighbor turns his stereo way up.
2. Phone rings.
3. Dog wants to play (after sleeping most of the evening).
4. I fuck around on Flickr and deprive myself of sleep.

So you see, I have only myself to blame...

Hello everyone!

The incredible secret behind Bob's good posture...

It's Saturday night/Sunday morning, and I'm staying up late just because I can. So there.

It's Not A Party 'Til Pink Shows Up

Digital collage, 2008

I've been griping a lot in these posts lately, but doing this collage made me happy and hopefully it'll do the same for you. The past week was pretty busy for me, what with moving stuff out of Jeanne's studio and with my job, which I'll only have for another six days. Goodbye U of H, goodbye Texas Art Supply, and after this month is over, goodbye Houston!

A CYBERSPACE MILESTONE!

Elated because my Flickr account just hit 500 views. Pathetic, I know, but if I don't indulge in checking it every five minutes, I just start to miss Jeanne and feel sad. Another accomplishment I made this weekend was scarfing down a dozen cake donuts over three days (well, Daisy helped a little..)- I'm trying to gain back all of the weight I lost since I stopped eating fast food.

The meat in an asshole sandwich

10:30 should be my bed time, but I'm usually up for a couple more hours doing shit like this. My asshole neighbors upstairs are playing their stupid music at absurd volumes and scampering back and forth like tree dwelling rodents. There's a Penske truck downstairs blocking three parking spots with more assholes moving their stuff into an apartment close to ours. Daisy won't stop barking at them. I'll be glad to move out of this place.