the luna show last night was fantastic. they sounded wonderful... and watching them was great. they all looked so casual and effortless. there was this large group of idjits standing right next to us, tho. they were jumping around like idiots at a punk show. they were in need of a serious beatdown. right before i left work yesterday, i got a little package, delivered by messenger. it was another 5 or 6 winning pepsi caps! i was a bit puzzled about it until dave revealed that it was him (i should have guessed). here's how our email exchange went after that:

me: please don't tell me you had your company pay to messenger them over to me.

dave: the "company" doesn't pay for anything. they bill it all back to the client (in this case, [client name withheld]). [different client name withheld] has paid to fed-ex a 14" cock to about 34 different states. ahhh. corporate america.

in other news, i'm really starting to get the hang of biking into work. it's been feeling easier on my legs (and my lungs), and i'm less convinced that i'm going to get splattered all over someone's hood. but the best part is that it has served to expand my heretofore thought limitless disdain for all humanity, and especially the kind that drives cars.