The Pop In

Coincidence aside, is it a time for the whole universe to remember past times?

New Car

Folks. I am a car owner.

2004 Chevy Malibu. 37,000 Miles. Rock diggy.

Cerrado

I realized that I have some difficulties imprinted on my personality.

Luckily I've got a cadre of hi-fi peeps surrounding me. Overwhelming evening this past weekend. Luckily my wonderfully caring special lady carried me through kicking and screaming. Literally.

Sunshine Circumcisions

I spent the morning lounging amidst the vast array of sunshine in Oakland.

Penny needed a ride down to school so I gladly took the time and added an adventure to my day. We just sat there watching our fellow society members walk around us. I had a blast.

While we basked in the sun we talked about circumcisions and tried to figure out what percentage of the men-folk passing before us were in fact whole. From the crack research team I've assembled I've found that there really is no point to it outside of conformity and appearances.

MOTU Gone

I sold my MOTU on eBay Friday.

Watching it all week sparked a love affair with the online auction site. I find myself looking around my room seeking possessions which I might be able to sell next.