I'm not dead, and my corpse not ripped apart by tal-hungry, Austrian supermodels...yet

Holy Jesus on a stick this last month has been hectic!!! For those of you who don't know, we now reside in San Diego and we just came back from a week in Cabo San Lucas and I is now we beacuse multiple personalities are people too! Well, we don't really have access to Internet any longer but we'll try to figure out something soon.

Anyways, I'll begin with the topic of my Cabo trip. Let me first say that airports are the best for cafe sketches; a more varied and numerous gathering of eclectic and screwed up souls in one place could never be found. It's absolutely ideal to people watch. Airports aside, the trip was, uh, how do the "normies" put it? Fun? I mean just look at this picture for example. The joy, the laughter...apparently my brother who took the picture found the background far more interesting than the rather breathtaking subject of choice. Even the camera strap got more play than I.



So now to the art of Cabo and the various inquiries of life. Inquiry of Life #237: Since my 6th and 16th personalities are chicks, does that make me part lesbo? Confucius Say: That one dilly of a pickle. Now on to the weirdo freaks of the airport...