Such a lovely place.

This pick was not nearly as magical as the last, but it's only further proof that I'm destined for those little guys.

I went to the show with Marky and Tom and Tom harassed the Sunshine stage staff until they not only gave him that pick which was lying on the ground, but also a set list that was under Tim's Gretch. The stage staff was all, "Dude, I am not touching that guitar!" but I guess Tom used his republican powers to convince the guy to do it. The pick originally went to Marky and Marky gave me the set list, but I sheepishly asked for a trade. Because this is DESTINY. Accept it or be destroyed. I dare any of you kids to try an snag a Tim Armstrong pick at an Albuquerque. JUST TRY IT.

Yesterday sucked because some jerk in a Blazer decided to run over Bruce. AND NOT STOP to see if he was okay. He's okay, he's a trooper. Pretty scared and I sure don't blame him. He's got a cut on his back leg but it doesn't look like anything's broken.

But, happy 'Merica day, y'all. I plan on celebrating by cleaning house and watching Talladega Nights.

Sure, what do you have?

Don't worry, I understand. You're better than everyone else.

This weekend was work-blur. I volunteered for an event that ate up most of Friday afternoon and Saturday, but I managed to see friends a lot and probably the best movie of the year.


I probably can't express how amazing Wall-e was. Easily, one of the sweetest and romantic films I've ever seen, and considering the suject matter, that's amazing. And it's beautiful. The animation is just stunning. I honestly think the adults in the room enjoyed it more than the kids. I was worried about the lack of dialouge, I thought kids would get lost by it. But, I think everyone in that theater was just so infatuated by what was going on in front of them, it didn't matter.

I think it takes mountains for the best and most believable love story of the year to come from robots who don't speak. Cheers, Pixar.

I am cautious of Holga-use, as I want to treasure it. But here's digital treats from the weekend.


Ashley powdering/chalking her nose.


Marky supporting local entertainment.


And haggered boyfriend & his BFF Sean looking like they're ready for the invasion. My boyfriend hasn't showered in 5 days in that photo.

But most importantly,


MEET BRUCE!


Kyle found Bruce at the Las Lunas fireworks tent, he was just hanging out around the lot, and has really taken a liking to him. And I think it's mutual.


He's still a pretty wild puppy, so Kyle's worried about how hard it's going to be to get him home and adjusted to apartment living. Who knows how it'll go, but I do think Kyle will take him and at the least, try it.