No One's Home
Go away, please.

There's this moth that really wants to get inside my apartment. For the past three nights, at approximately the same time (10:45), I hear a very loud buzzing noise outside my screen door. Hey! It's Mr. Moth, back to doing his version of knocking on my door to gain entrance. Sorry. Not interested, fella. He usually goes at it for 5-10 minutes or so before realizing his efforts are futile.

I woke up the other morning to what sounded like machine gun fire. It turned out to only be a jackhammer, thank God. But still annoying. And loud.

Here's a slideshow I made to music. I was trying out a new program I downloaded (Sony Vegas). It's swell. The slideshow is composed of pictures of my parents when they lived in Alaska. Specifically for the year 1972. The music is Chris and Johnny (aka Storyhill)...called Paradise Lost. It's from their newish album, Joleen. Sarah and I went to see them when they were in Madison this past April. I enjoyed it. It was weird though. It was in a bar (High Noon Saloon) and there weren't many people there. A lot of them were old-ish. Anyway, without further ado, here is the video slideshow thing (which maybe only Joleen cares to watch):



Moth is back. He's really dive-bombing the door right now. I hope his skull caves in and he dies. Is that mean? :D