The march of time, not the internet

So here is another long post for the past three weeks. I've been super busy/tired a lot. I was unable to sleep one Sunday night a few weeks ago and since then I've been overwhelmingly exhausted. But now I return to blogging. Magical.

So at the end of March Our Fallen Spacemen went out to Tucson to perform at the SICK festival at U of A. The show went over really well with the crowd. My partents and a few friends from Tucson and Phoenix came to the show, which made it extra rockin'. After the show there was a big party at a bar. After the party we went to get some Los Betos and some guy tried to pick a fight with me, which is why I chose this picture to represent the trip. John came running in to Los Betos all dressed up and filtered some of the tension. Thank you, sweet knight.



On Easter Sunday we threw a little Easter Sader party at my apartment. People brought a crapload of food and we ate and decorated Easter eggs. Here Sierra leads the group in some kind of prayer about Jesus or some Indian thing. I don't know. I wasn't paying attention.



This is the winner of the Easter egg decorations: A cracked out stripper starved for attention.



Two weeks ago I started an internship at a post-production compny called Optimus. So far it's been really good. Everyone who works there is really nice and it's just satisfying to be kind of working in my field (my duties include stocking fridges and going on lunch runs, which is why I say "kind of").



This is the freight elevator in the Optimus building. It's really cool looking, but whenever I ride it I feel like it's either going to break and send me plummetting to my death, or a giant sewer monster will emerge and rape me with his swampy dong.