I'm at work, editing and taking photos of Olsen Twins dolls [see above]. I don't mind that I have to work today. It's safer that way. I'm afraid for my life (and property). I'm not afraid of fireworks, but rather the dumbasses with fireworks. And, since my personal car is a former police cruiser - people tend to enjoy shooting bottle rockets at me as I drive around.

It's not so bad here at the station. We got a BBQ going, and there is either fireworks, or that-Will-Smith-movie, Independence Day on every TV monitor.

New this week:
There's a new The Cure album. It's just dandy, and Robert Smith throws out the F*bomb a whole lot - getting angry in his old age. And, while all the songs kinda sound the same at first, I'm loving it.

Photo Jihad: resloved
At a recent summit this weekend, Hasser and I have agreed to disarm and end the photo jihad (before someone gets hurt). He cited the ballerina photo post, as a reason for the change in attitude. But, being Hasser - he decided to end the war and post a little video of me at the golf course.

But, in the spirit of keeping things even - here's a little video of him, drunk as all hell. Enjoy! [The Hass Attack]

Just watch out for the guns. They'll get ya.
For the general public - it's less than a week. For us in the Television industry - it's torture. I'm talking about the countdown to the premier of Anchorman! "You stay classy, America!"