through pleasures and places although we may roam
favourite quotes from the trip:

"change the lyrics any way you like. if it makes you uncomfortable to sing about angels in heaven, sing about birds in the forest."

"yes, yes, you're a ninja and we all love that about you."

"no, memory problems are indicated by. . . er. . . "

through pleasures and places although we may roam 

some phone shots from my trip.

minnesota's answer to starbucks: 

how i rolled:

funniest thing i saw:

second funniest (and a question - if America has a tailor, why are so many Americans dressed so badly?):

no more little white crosses no more long sleepless nights

hey. hi. i've been out. of town. just got back. little disoriented. why is it so, cloudy here, again?

you want a piece of my heart

nothing of major import to say. just freakin glad this week is freakin over. i've just had a bath, i'm having a beer as i type this and now i'm going to sit here and play super mario brothers 3.

for awhile.

at least until my shoulders stop being clenched up around my ears.

so, yeah: for. awhile.

ain't there somethin i can take?

i am both shocked and amazed to find that ER has finally (but why now?) decided to call it a final season.

may i humbly suggest to the writers of ER?
- kill off a main character every episode.
- if you fear running out before the season is up, head suggestion 2: bring back every doctor from seasons past
- yes, even and especially george clooney
- 2 words: zombie finale

in other news, Mister Kitty is experiencing solitary confinement for peeing somewhere he should not. so i am thus experiencing The Ballad of the Sad Kitten. it would be more moving if i could get past the smell.

LOLympics



maybe i'm a teensy touch bitter about the gymnastics.

oooooor, maybe i've been watching too much olympics coverage.

PuppetQuest, signs of progress

we're going to need more guns

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26095810?GT1=43001

Can you imagine if he'd been the nominee?

Dude, we totally Neo-ed that bullet.

and we live a life of ease

sometimes being an arts marketer is kinda fun:

not today, mind you. i took this about a week ago. that day was fun-ish.

today was your basic suckfest, any news arriving from the world outside being unpleasant-to-annoying in scope.

screw you, outside world! i work in the Arts!

(bubble bubble cozy bubble)

where's that martini?

aaaaahhhhh.

with fingernails that shine like justice

guess who just got summoned for jury duty?

guess whether or not this would be in the week before the Job's season opener?

note to self: concoct freakish outfit. extra points for involving the dentist's jacket.

i'm just learnin' doin' the neutron dance

(the man has a stepladder. he isn't using it. he's examining it. he's doing nothing so intently i'm loathe to interrupt him. but he's the 1st clerk i've come across, so:)

"excuse me? hi. i'm looking for someone to cut some wire for me. do you know who i should talk to?"
"you've done the right thing. i can handle that."

(motions for me to proceed him the the wire spools)

"i bet you know what kind you'd like too."
"yes. 20 feet of the green ten gauge, please."
"ok. now. is this for something fairly low voltage?"
"oh, i hope so. i'm using it to build puppets."