Sir, I've inspected this boat, and I think you ought to know that I can't swim.

Work is weird. I've spent the week working with a very talented God-squad Minnesotan going through a divorce. He's going to be thirty soon and has been married since he was twenty-one or two and he's super churched up. Total believer, goes to church every Sunday and does not really question the ridiculousness or contradictions of Christianity but he's still a digital camera tech. Engineering and mythology rolled into one package. He's interesting to talk to somewhat well-reasoned although he hasn't really looked at any other religions. Interesting but to be honest I still feel that the religious are a rather ridiculous lot and religion really shouldn't be used to organize or decide anything important. That said, he's funny and works hard and easy to babble with. Go for Jesus!

Also, we've all lost our minds and here's why:

I was told that the back story on this one is that some crazy bastard is sitting in  a closet tripping balls and his friends recorded him. This is now one of the most quoted and popular videos on several sets. Hollywood is seahorses.

Peace out, bitches!