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I had to take photos of some bands at a gig. This is Tom, from Trash Fashion. I’m not sure who decided on the rules for making up new band names these days.

This is how much it snowed last night! The whole city shut down and we joined the neighborhood kids in a snowball fight.

Today I gave my first sperm donation!
I chose none of the above.

In general, Martin is quite debonair.

On her birthday, Nassrin asked for zucchini bread instead of a cake.

Nassrin and I went to a local pub to watch the inauguration. A room full of foreigners cheered when he began the oath. I’ll admit that I cried.

There was an unfortunate incident involving an ashtray that was left on my desk.

They’re really putting in that extra effort coming up with new spam campaigns.

Nassrin wants to get fat.

Home again.

Susannah says, “Bad things are bad.”
And Rachel knows it.

Like I said yesterday…

These colors don’t run.

On the road to Tallahassee.

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Magic happens when Sarah and I are together.

This is my grandma playing the drums for Guitar Hero. She could most likely kick your grandma’s ass.

My grandpa calls everyone “Turkey.”

Oh, America.

Sandra’s got herself a new do, and a new coat to match.

Vlado is showing off Sandra’s new shoe prototype.

Nassrin is up to something.

Somebody doesn’t like to have his picture taken.

There are days when you really just need to have brunch at a greasy spoon.

Julia and I drank Jameson.

This is at Beachy Head, Eastbourne, where about 20 people a year attempt suicide. Earlier this year, during a body recovery attempt, a British coastguard crew were nearly crushed by a second suicide in progress when someone drove off the cliff and narrowly missed rescuers. (source)

I’m sure you can find a metaphor or two in there somewhere.

You’d feel special too if a certain Miss Julia drew a nice portrait of you.

I voted all the way from England. History was made.

These were taken using a homemade pin-hole lens for my digital slr. Pretty spiffy, huh?

Last night I got caught in a flurry while out getting take-away curry.

Now that is what I call a luxury item. Straight from St Petersburg, Russia.