Under control? You’re grabbing a fucking bazooka, you dumbass!

Laura’s home! I cleaned up the apartment this morning, then went and met her at the airport. She was accompanied by a single-serving friend named Ricky, an architect from New Jersey. He offered us a taxi or limo ride downtown as it was on the company card, which we gladly accepted.

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Fitter, Happier, More Productive

Laura and I are becoming quickly and surprisingly proficient in ASL, which is fantastic. Pat Dumoulin, it turns out, can fingerspell incredibly quickly. Once I saw him do it on Friday, I realized I had seem him do this before long ago but figured he was making jibberish signs. Not so.

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