Irony, eh?

Travis and I went to see Art School Confidential today. Halfway through my old manager comes in, sits down next to me, and hands me an envelope. "Here," he says, "this just came yesterday." Huh? So I open it up, and it's a check for $108.00. Woo! Turns out, it was just a replacement check for the one I lost earlier this year (oops). But anyway, free money!

Art School Confidential was good for the first, about, half-hour. Then I realized that it didn't really have much of a story. It seemed bitingly on about the stereotypes of art-schoolers.

Thomas now has a duck nesting on the underside of his house. This at the same time he was chopping up a duck for dinner. Oh, delicious irony.