It's Steve (now in blog form)

I’ve been busy with super secret new project stuff and sadly neglecting my blog.  Here’s a collection of some random imagery from the last month to catch up.

I love LA for the never ending parade of freaks.  I didn’t manage to get a picture of the leatherman under the freeway the other day, but here’s a sheik strolling in short pants.  If I’d been quicker you’d have seen his Mr. T-like gold chains

Fry’s had this out as a recession solution.  We could buy an awful lot of these for $700 billion.

 

Normally the machines at the front of the grocery store sell gum balls and stickers.  I thought it was a bold move to branch out into Village People/child molester mustaches.

 
Ben did too much and got very sleepy on the couch.

 
I am now fully prepared for the new company’s first board meeting.  This thing was the size of a sledgehammer!

Looks like it’s actually a girl.  Kim is excited.  I’m incredibly nervous about the whole concept.  Having a girl seems like you get an easy ride for the first 11 years and then get to experience the nightmare that is having a teenage daughter.  As a wise man once said, “When you have a son, you only have to worry about one penis.  Having a daughter means worrying about every penis in the world.”

Anyone have good advice to bringing up a daughter to (a) not think that she’s a princess, (b) not resent her parents from age 12-22, (c) not idolize her generation’s version of Paris Hilton, and/or (d) not force me to destroy some 16 year old boy down the road?