just some knowledge here, kids…if you haven't noticed, clicking on our pictures up there in the corner will take you to that shiny new cam page. now you can watch us be incredibly boring, any time you want.

i picked up the new rocket from the crypt cd last night. thus far it's pretty damn good. it sufficiently rocked me on the way into work this morning, which is no easy task. i guess the rapid infusion of coffee probably helped…

hooray for not being able to sleep at night because you have too much on your mind. i swear, when i get to thinking, everything just starts bouncing around in my head, keeping me from the sweetest of all releases.

i used to laugh when i'd read bob's stories about his "shadow". that was, until i developed one of my own. developed. like a bad rash. like a disease. i now feel bob's pain. this kid isn't so much as a shadow as he is…he's that little yapping dog that follows around the big dog. sitting next to me, constantly looking over my shoulder. i don't know what the deal is, but he seems to think that meticulously watching every move i make is infinitely more enjoyable than doing his own thing. then again…it probably is. his "own thing" tends to be wearing really bad shirts and listening to really bad music. we've taken, around here, to referring to him as the "surf ninja." i think you get the picture. the kid even purposefully looked over my shoulder the other day to get my aim username so that he could bug me out of the blue. he thought it would be "sneaky" and "cool." it just made me want to punch him in the throat. my new favorite tactic is to convince him that i have a heroin habit of herculean proportions. now that's my idea of a good time…