mike the shredder

so friday i was out, having lunch with a friend and planning on running errands when i got a call asking me to come in to work. i did't want to go in, but i like the guy and i felt bad that he's violently ill. problem is...i have plans that night and have just purchased a shredder in yet another attempt to declutter and organize my life.

i had no choice but to lug it with me all night. by the end of the night, he was now called mike.
many thanks to ted and jarred for helping me out with mike through out the evening (and to courtney for being man enough to hold the door for me :wink:)

in mike's first night in my care he got to hang out at a comedy club, see the new harry potter movie, run around williamsburg, and do whiskey shots at barcade. not bad.

everyone...meet mike...

ukulele and existential detectives

i got my ukulele! yay! it's so much fun (probably less fun for my neighbors, though). but now i have a dilemma...i've been teaching myself songs and chords and it's going well, but now i have a deadline. a comic has made a sort of wager with me. if i can learn to play stairway to heaven on the uke, he'll give me a very special david bowie t-shirt. so i'm looking for someone to tutor me to expedite the process. know of anyone?

and don't fall asleep watching i heart huckabees...it can give you really fucked up dreams.