The surreal adventure of college life continues. Doing two classes, easy fun stuff, had to lay off the 4 class/full day Tuesday Thursday plan. The shop may be calm now, but it's going to go crazy once Spring hits. After one or two classes this summer or fall, I will have my choice of 15 hours of literally anything to graduate. Hilarious.

We are painting the shop. Slapped up a bunch of white in the printing room already, now moving to the massively scuffed up office area. Built a wall to give Sean Griffin his own office as our artist in residence- and to protect him from the repetitive 80's madonna/goth crusade that our sign division frequently engages in. He's considering additional eggshell sound dampening measures.

Most recent horrid sequel: transporter 2. No amount of scantily clad psychotic supermodel automatic pistol action can save you from Hollywood bullshit.

Random Battlestar Galactica aside: so where did Baltar stash the beat up cylon?

Still not decisive about the beard. It certainly cuts down on shaving time, but people think I'm some angry revolutionary, when I'm actually a rather happy revolutionary.

What I really should be doing right now is more accounting entries into Quickbooks. So I guess I'll head back to that. I'd rather get punched in the throat. But the American Dream apparently involves a great deal of accounting, and as the radio guy on Grand Theft Auto says, it's better than digging ditches in Kuala Lumpur.

Hmmm. Have to find the time (and a system, since I gave my gamecube to my godsons) to play the rest of those.

It's a golden age out there. Savor it.