Clearly, I am on the right.

Love to all. Even you, the beatless air drummer who’s not even listening to headphones.

I know he’s going to have a wonderful time, but it ripped me apart to leave him there. He’s so far away, without me there to menace anyone who would do him harm.

God, I love that boy.

Love to all. Even you, the business partner who is getting a bit ahead of himself.

Have I ever mentioned that acid never worked for me? Either I was given bum acid (all three or four time that I tried it), or my chemistry ain’t right.

Anyway. I’m going on two trips this weekend:

• Today, I’m going to my Father-in-Law’s house with the family to celebrate my FIL’s birthday.
• Tomorrow, I’m driving 5 hours to Keewaydin to drop my oldest at camp. Then I’m driving home. Tomorrow is going to be a lllllong day, but I’m glad that I’m driving him Maggie was going to, but he asked me on Friday, after his visit to my office was canceled due to the steam explosion. No asbestos exposure for MY boy, dammit. (Now THAT’S good parenting!)

I’m two days off the Adderall, and it’s pretty obvious that my moods are radically different off the drug than when on them. Time to seek alternatives, because, while I may not be as efficient off the medicine, I’m way more fun to be with. Rock on.

Love to all. Even you, the guy in the white BMW doing 50 in a 15, right next to the pond where my kids were throwing sticks into the pond for Mimi to retrieve.

I’ve always named my computers after a Soviet surveillance aircraft called the MainStay. About two years ago, I stopped doing that, and started name my computers stupid shit like “Acceptance.”

Well, fuck that. I just got myself a brand new, 17-inch, 2.4Ghz dual-core MacBook Pro with 3GB of RAM, a 7200prm drive, a bad-ass graphics card and a hi-resolution, 1900×1200 screen. This fucker’s name is MainStay.

Love to all. Even you, the inexperienced lass who looked for a job for a week.

I do strange things for my employees. For instance, when my VP went on vacation, I pointed a camera at the Chrysler building and started shooting a timelapse move so that when she returned, I could show her what she missed, in about two minutes.

Since the incident in NYC was a block away, I caught a good part of it on tape, in a stop motion explosion.

Click the link to see.  Inidentally, our windows are covered in asbestos dirt.  Whee.

Love to all. Even you, the phone guy who never read my instructions.

Those spanky new offices I’ve been gushing about? They are, indeed, in the “Frozen Zone” after yesterday’s explosion.

We’re all fine. Pictures to come. There’s something really fucked up about seeing a bus sitting behind police “do not cross” tape, and covered in dust. WAY too similar to 9/11, only at about 1/25,000th the scale.

Love to all. Even you, the mostly naked lady who threw a newspaper at a police car.

As with many of the weirder conversations I have, this was the an offshoot of a conversation I was having with Eric. Not referring to him, of course. Or me. Not that there’s anything wrong with, um, tiny testicles.

Love to all. Even you, whoever created the A/C schedule in our new offices.

Funny what you’ll find when you’re moving your business. Be nice, now: I was young.

Window: words/drums by Rich | Championable, Music by Ex Vegas, Statewide, 1993.

Before all of this,
when I was a window.
When I had a father.
And a voice of dissention.

I could listen to violence.
I could breathe different colors.
I could stand in your doorway.
I could move without license.

This isn’t a walkway.
There’s nothing but edges.
And every time I try to move,

I cut myself somewhere.

No question of over
of coming together
of sudden ascension
no typical daydream.

Love to all. Even you, the guard who wouldn’t let us touch the Richard Serra sculpture at MOMA.

Eric: Someone from England used these key words to find my Blog today: “want to a big erection tonight tips please”

Rich: So? What are they?

Eric: want to a big erection tonight tips please

Rich: No, what are the TIPS? WHAT ARE THE TIPS?!?!?!

Love to all.  Even you, the lady in the pink shirt who should probably stop saying “HELLO?!?” after the sixth time.  Or so.