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| Here's some lady from some church putting crap in our door that will change our religious outlook on life. I really need to rig up a hidden megaphone on the porch so I can scream, "HEY LADY GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOOR!" at these people. | My kids and a few of their friends on the porch. |
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| Winter 1998 after seven inches of snow. | . |
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| Secretly watching Colleen (she's behind the chair chatting on IRC.) |
Playing a Rugrats CD with Emily. |
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| Sometimes I just zoom in on the screen all day so you can watch me type my passwords. |
Calimar's girlfriend did this, thinking our basement walls needed a paint job. |
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| Me hitting Colleen upside the head with a board. | Me whacking Colleen with a keyboard. |
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| Me punching Colleen in the face. | View from our ceiling's mini-cam. |
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| Me and Payton, playing web games. | Old basement office, pointed away from the desk. |