All a guy really needs in this life is the ability to fly, a hula girl and a monkey. Seriously.

Platypus Man and Supadupagirl (aka, Dust and Kari) are in town and yours truly already got in a fight with the beloved aquatic mammal (Dustin... just in case you were wondering) over "Fahrenheit 9/11" (He likey, me not so muchy) The joys of controversial movies. Alienate your family and your friends while some corporation, producer and director make some serious dime off your strife. It's so charmingly American.

Anyway, no damage done, although I suspect no projects shall be touched until this weekend (aside from a short story that, against my better judgment, I've started even though the album isn't done...) so I hope you lil' monkeys can wait that long. If not, um, take up basket weaving or some such thing. You'll be busy and at the end of the day you'll have a lovely wicker basket to accompany your sense of accomplishment.

Ta-ta...
-Joe