I wasn’t as happy with the January mixtape as I had thought, so I made up a different one. I’ve been playing around more with actually mixing the songs. It’s not perfect but I’m happier with it than my earlier attempt. Hope you enjoy.
For this year’s holiday season, our good buddy Harold (The Snowman Tree), threw together a mix. Enjoy.
Overheard Work Conversation #524
Dork: You guys get released early?
Guy: Yeah.
Dork: Party rock is in the house tonight, huh? (laughs at his own joke obnoxiously)
**silence**
Guy: Notice how I am not LMFAO?
RIP Steve Jobs
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
An Open Letter to The Sun
Dear Sun,
Despite how much Florida likes to romanticize its painfully suffocating relationship with you, you are seriously getting on my nerves.
In the mornings, I somehow manage to make it to work, playing bumper-cars on I-4 while fighting the sleepies and the blinding radiance that you exude. Then after spending countless hours working for the man, I drive home, reversing my path on I-4, fighting a miserable clusterfuck of traffic with squinted eyes as I curse your existence and my inability to escape you while I am driving.
Neither my car visors nor my sunglasses, which I love for the fact that they have darker-than-normal lenses, provide any true relief from your torture on my eyes.
I hate you.
-Will
If You Need Me To Point It Out, I Can.
[9/6/2011 3:00:17 PM]
Hi! So this is a first…..there is a small dead possum to the right of the(by the brown door) building door entrance facing the courtyard. A bunch of flies are there and it’s gross. If you need me to point it out, I can. Thanks!
