jackshoegazer | He gets a visit from his grandfather who begins to train him to become a master of disguise.

Did today even happen? Was I there? How is Friday over already?

Let me give you the rundown...

Eight and a half hours of sleep, then six hours of work, then bank errands and phone talking and then Ethan arriving and then dinner having and then Ferris Bueler's Day Off watching and then Power Point playing and then good night saying and now LiveJournal typing.

And then...

NO AND THEN!

My good friend Mitch from Ecstatic Productions and Chris from Outlawed Productions both called me today to ask me if I'd do a pre-flyer and then a large, main-flyer for a Labor Day camp-out rave called Even Closer, a parody/homage to the infamous Drop Bass annual summer camp-out, Even Furthur, the last of which took place in 2001. Can you say holy-grammatically-correct run-on-sentence, Batman?

Yes, Robin, I can. "Holy-grammatically-correct run-on-sentence."

Wait, let me get a glass of water. Hold on a second... Ok, that's better. Water is good, dehydration is bad.

Speaking of raves... some of you may have seen this picture before, some may not. It is of me with my friend Jana at Rave 'Em & Bail-E 3 in July of 1999, at the height of my raving career. Compare that to this picture which was taken on May 30th of this year. Almost seven years separate these two snapshots of my life, but you would never guess they were even of the same person. Hell, compare both of them to this picture from my junior year in high school, way back in ancient 1993, a massive gap of six years before the raver picture.

One might say I like to reinvent myself.