Shout out to Katie Baker.
A friend of mine bought a box of Upper Deck 1991-1992 NBA trading cards. All of the packs were unopened. The John Starks card on the
leftright was the first card that I saw when I opened my first pack. I was way too pumped.
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Anybody remember the Rain Forest Rap? In the Rain Forest…the tropical Rain Forest!
Please, how could I ever forget?
Some dreams don’t die easy.
Katie Bakes gets a callback.
Ah, those heady days of 2008. It’s just shy of two years later and here I am, still “in the industry,” by which I mean I’m still busy getting into not-insignificant amounts of trouble for things like using the acronym “WTF” in an internal IM (if you can call “Microsoft Communicator” an IM) with a coworker. True story. Happened today. This blog post will self-destruct.
The cover of Wilco’s “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” has inspired an endless series of super exciting building pictures.
I can’t help it. Blame Jeff Tweedy.
I worked here until April. When people were coming to visit I always told them to “walk toward the water, and it looks like a waffle.”
It’s a great day to be a seagull with a cloud fetish.
A couple strewn tree branches are a small price to pay for the most perfect weather of all time. OF ALL TIME! Thanks Earl.
“Lorenzo does have a couple of rules - no pants, no hats and the top button on a shirt has to stay open.”
