Waiting for the Up’s Man
I’m sitting around eating from a large bowl of red grapes, wondering when the UPS guy will come by. His note, left on my mailbox yesterday said he’d be here before 10:30 this morning. I figured I’d just wait around for him. I’ve already missed him twice and if I don’t see him today then he’ll return my package to sender and that would be a huge disappointment.

Yesterday, during another torrential May monsoon storm, I went over to this great store called the Paper Depot. It’s located right next to the Minneapolis farmers market. The Paper Depot is my new playground. I went a little crazy buying jet airplane punch cutters, and paper with rubber ducks printed on ’em. Shit, I bought a lot of crap with not one real project in mind. It’s just good to have stuff like that around. There are people who work at the Paper Depot who will help you find the right paper, invitation, do-dad, and rubber stamp, for any occasion. I watched as an engaged couple, picking out stationary for their wedding, made a bee-line for the most brutal-creamed-out-god-awful-excuse-for-patina-paper the store offered. I feel sorry for their wedding guests. They should have used the rubber ducky paper.

After the Depot, I went and got my geek on at the Urban Bean with ‘sonic. He was recovering from a ‘weekender’ and putting the final touches on a redesign of his site. I got a sneak preview and it looks pretty smoking. I’ll give you a hint of what it looks like…go outside and look up. Whoa.

Whupawitz. My package has arrived. Later.