slices of life (everybody dance like Kevin Bacon)

The sun seems to be making up for lost time (boo to heatstroke), Jenny & Craig are getting settled in their new pad (let the mad science commence), work today after a week away was full of teh suck (24 boxes up in what, 4 hours, & 8 yet remain), gonna see Wynton tomorrow night (sweet zombie Jesus), bloggery continues to proliferate unabated (hello, almost everybody!), and Joshtown has great art in it (I win the internets!). The world is bulging at its seams: the exploding awesome is threatening to devastate the thin membrane containing all life (here we come, Universe B). Go 2008!

If we make it out alive we'll all be president. Or something.