I went back to work today after struggling through the weekend with a gross sickness that is now beginning to trickle down to everyone I came in contact with, like spiders spinning webs, or like peeling an onion to expose its layers. I don’t know, that’s not a very good analogy. Let’s just say it’s spreading like a virus.
Clouds Threaten; Bulldozers Near
So, work, yes? I shipped some materials that sold on eBay, made some business calls, and resolved the issue of how to take control of the company’s website back from the evil ones that charged us thousands of dollars to maintain the domain. Total scam. Anyway, I used my powers of persuasion to retake complete control of the space in my own name. Take that, old, crooked Internet nerds! First I take your webpage, then I take your wife! (Okay, I probably wouldn’t want to take (sexually) the wife of anyone who’s job revolves around the Internet. I took a lot of programming classes in high school and college; there’s no way any of those oily geeks wound up sleeping with high-level gash.)
Rewind.
Last night, Ken, Jack, Jackie and I remembered there’s a home studio in my basement and played some music. Then we inflated the bubble. Then we drank and watched The Hills Have Eyes. It wasn’t nearly as funny as The Descent. It, like, made sense. And the “monsters” were human, not half-people-half-bats. Ergo, it wasn’t bad enough to warrant an entry in “Evan’s Terrible Movie Vault.”
Z’s drawings on the floor of the bubble
Bubble Scrawls In the Dark
A Ninja Turtle Jerking Off, Courtesy of Jack and I
