The Email! Cartoon is about a year old now. To celebrate, Ebaumsworld has finally gotten around to stealing it. To make up for lost time, they are hosting an awfully compressed and out of sync version of the cartoon.

I’d post the link, but ebaum doesn’t need my dozens of hits. It could bring their servers crashing to their knees.

The whole “get a crappy part-time/full-time job and do thesis while I putter around Savannah for the summer” thing hasn’t really been taking off. I’ve been doing an awesome job of puttering around Savannah, but no one seems to want to hire me. Life goes on.

I can’t help but think of my original plans and where I’d be right now. Then I lock myself in the bathroom and have a good cry while I eat a tub of ice cream.

That didn’t happen. I am still pretty emo about the whole “situation”. Ani DeFranco was on a mix CD at this party the other night and bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh… [three pages of crap no one wants to read] I’m clinging to the notion that if I can ride this out, life will be Toots McGoo. Right now it’s Shanks McGee.

I’ve scheduled my thesis sound recording. Next weekend I’m laying tracks. Huzzah, huzzah. If you’re local, want to be in one of the next TWO cartoons, and can wake up before 9am on a weekend you could be a voice.

I have no idea how I’m going to wake up before 9am on a weekend two days in a row. There’s no real schedule to the wander around Savannah and apply to jobs thing. I sort of clock in whenevs.

This comes up once every couple of months. I shoot it down as a urban-legend, and my Jewish friends say they were taught it in Jewy school or something so it has to be true.

Do hard-core Jews have sex only through a hole in a sheet?

No sex through a hole in a sheet
Still no sex through a hole in a sheet
Where is all this sexy hole in sheet action?

For Easter this year, I went to the beach for the second day in a row, drank wine, and then had dinner at Cracker Barrel. I pencil that in as a win. Happy rebirthday Jesus.

Life is still taking a dump on me, but at least there are some carrots being dangled.

I don’t like updating when I have nothing really happy to report. I don’t want a bitchy blog. I’m updating because I noticed something today while driving around with Jeff:

While driving if you make eye contact with the driver of some other car and that person is of the same sex, that brief interaction somehow calls your sexuality into question. This may only be a guy thing, and it is probably cultural, too.

There are a lot of goofy situations like that in our culture.

I’m apparently weird because I will use an open urinal over a toilet stall in a public men’s room if the open urinal is bordered by a urinal in use. I don’t care if I have to pee next to someone. I don’t chat them up. That’s just odd.

It’s also weird to sit next to a male friend in a dining sit