University Press IX

The Ninth Edition. I feel like Walt Whitman with his Leaves of Grass book. 

Always editing, always improving. 

Imagine where I was nine weeks ago, 63 days ago. Go figure.

Situations change, thankfully, so we go on. And sorry for the day delay. 

Hookah waits for no one.

Night

Note: this is a long post, so get ready for some reading.

For a few months now, I learned that Josh, a real good friend of mine, was going off to basic training. Well now it's go time. Earlier this week, he posted that he was leaving Sunday (the 18th), so I began to get a little nostalgic.

Water-cooler Orgy

It's a hard twelve folks. Not enough for a fourteen year-old, just enough for a thirteen year-old.

A year ago, I bought a 15 foot by 15 foot (4.5 m by 4.5 m) green screen to use in my little video productions. Today, it is used a curtain in my kitchen. Best $15 ever fucking spent, I tell ya what. And I thought it was going to be like a suede, heavy thing. Not at all. Basically a big piece of green fabric. 

Lonely Lunches & Blue-Eyed Devils

 Coarse language ahead...

"Can I sleep for like five minutes?"
"No. We either go now or not at all."
"Fine, let me get ready. Where are my shoes?"