This, blog-readers, (all five of you), is Blinky. He's the guy on the bus bench from the post prior to this one. He's a son of a bitch because he makes me draw him all the time; I feel like the kid in The Ring but instead of a black circle I draw an angry/sad bald dude with a giant 4 tattooed on his face. I'm getting better at not drawing him, or anything at all really. Oh well.In related news, today was my wife's first day at business school at Emory University here in Atlanta. I wait anxiously to hear how it all went.
In other news, I went back to work for the first time since moving to Atlanta from Los Angeles and it was all right. My job entails "keying in" information about folks who've made claims because Katrina either blew their house down or helped flood it. It's sad to read descriptions like the ones that appear in each claimant's... claim. Descriptions like "House flooded" over and over again. Even though they're just cold green letters typed into an information field on a black background in a dumpy old MS-DOS program, you know that somewhere in the Gulf Coast this "claimant", this human being and his/her family, has lost just about everything.
Just to close it all up on a down note.
4 comments:
that drawing has come along way
Great picture.. really evil looking.. in fact the scariest most evil person I can imagine.. mmmm.. closer inspection.. could that be your dad? But the 4... not sure where that comes from... bowling score, par on the 18th.. still a mystery.
Can't you just see me mouthing the words What The Eff with this intense bewilderment plastered resolutely on my visage? No? Well, read the previous post, my friends, and consider the following lines:
Great picture.. really evil looking.. in fact the scariest most evil person I can imagine...
could that be your dad?
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