Yup, I'm here in Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are, well, slightly above average (oh won't you please take me ho-o-ome...) Greetings from the Twin Cities. Yer faithful guide through the Inferno of life (ie, Joe...) is currently kicking back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) and enjoying a few days in Minneapolis. Possibly this evening there may be some collaboratin' betweens yours truly and the eternally plucky Platypus Man in his musical war bunker, but we'll see.

As springs starts to dig in a bit I was amused to realize that there tend to be two kinds of college guys around here (and a couple hybrids, but like most hybrids, I suspect they're sterile...): guys who wear khaki shorts and guys who wear jeans. Perhaps that's a pretty significant portion of the population at large (I'm a jeans guy...) but it just seems odd that without fail jeans or khaki shorts. No slacks, or full-length khakis, no jean cutoffs, the only variation you see really is the cross-breed jean shorts--and that in itself is rare. Tis might odd to my way of thinking.

Anyhoo, no new work has been performed, although I think my sleep pattern has righted itself after 36-48 hours of near-misses with REM. Still plan to get some work done on the oft-promised short story. Heck, might even get the bad boy done, but I promise nothing. Other than that, enjoying the sheer mellowness of the situation. Come, breathe deeply with me and enjoy the happy fun-time freedom that is not being at work.

Ahhhhhhh.
-Joe