"your welcome" kthxbye

Last night, McMannus and I went to the Kings of Leon concert at the Palace. It still blows my mind that they played there as the headliner. I mean, seriously. That place is ginormous and they have ONE song on the radio.

They packed in a shit ton of people, although I suspect that a substantial portion of them were there to hear, either, "Sex On Fire" or "Use Somebody". My theory may or may not have been proven correct due to the amount of people that swarmed the exits after each song was played.

The show itself was alright. I think they'd do much better in a smaller venue. Maybe The Filmore or The Fox. No lie, I started falling asleep during their first encore song. I have no idea what it was called (i was part of team "all i wanna hear is "Manhattan") but it dragged on and on and on.

The bathrooms were super interesting at the Palace and at the Post bar across the street. Never mind that there were exactly 435-ish bump-it sightings, the bathrooms were the place to be.

your welcome!


In case you can't read the bubbly 14 year-old girl pen scribble, one thoughtful patron scrawled the following in a ball point pen:

I wright
on bathroom
stalls so you
have Something to
read while you pee!
Your Welcome!

Worst e.e.cummings poem EVER.

She returned sometime later to add another blurb below...

Bill Nye would be sooo proud.

Hey I'm back
did you know the
Best hangover cure in
the world is to eat pickles
& drink water the next morning!
try it - it works!

Somewhere between the shuttle ride across the street and a quick stop at the over-priced bars in the Palace turned some lovely bump-it sporting ladies into Jean Claude Van Damme/MacGyver rage-aholics.

call me an elf one more time...


tampon? check. razor blade? double check.

it must be italian...

It has been exactly 642 days since my last confession...

Seriously, it's been a while. How are you? I hope you're doing well. We have a lot to catch up on. Rather than expound upon every little detail or give a broad stroke account of the last 9 or so months, I'd like to simply change gears.

Let's just look at some photos, shall we? Great.

Welcome


Earlier this summer I was working on a project in a few satellite U of M buildings in Ann Arbor. In a tiny tucked away corner of one such building, I found a fantastic white board that the department staff had animated with a series of grievances and warnings.


"...so take off all your clothes."


It really was sweltering in that office. So hot, in fact, that I was dripping in sweat standing still.


exhibit A.


Seriously.


Umm...what?


This one set my internal danger level to orange. What in the hell was going on in that office? Cockroaches? Their entire families? Were they responsible for "killing" the fake plants? Probably.


yeah, that pretty much covers it.



hail mary, full of grace...

And last, but certainly not least... This little gem was taped to the side of a moving box at the Nissan development headquarters in Farmington Hills, MI. They really, really want you to be careful with the contents in this box: