On this Rock I will found my Office

Michael's Action Packed Update: The term "office" has for me become somewhat of a hysterical joke. Since I am telecommuting these days, I can work from all sorts of places, except outer-space (they have no wi-fi in outer space yet). Below is a picture of me working in the back of Gussie's rental-car. I was back there for oh, about 5 hours on Friday. Luckily I had room to spread out, and Gussie left some of the windows down for me (awesome!). Some dang neighborhood kids started jumping on the back bumper of my "office", and I had to be all like "hey ya kids!", and they were all like "whatever".
Aside from yelling at children, I got a lot done back there, including this drawing on the right. It's for a training game I'm developing for the University of Illinois at Urbana/Champaign. Since I'm all-about blogging these days, you can catch updates on that project here. It's been called "engaging" and "magical". Aside from that I'm doing some writing and getting re-acquainted with cable television, which I haven't had readily available for a couple of years. Cartoons remain at the top of my "most enjoyed watching" list, which goes like this;
1. Cartoons
2. Nature / Science Shows
3. Star Trek Next Generation re-runs
4. 'Head On' (apply directly to the forehead) commercials

Dang-ers!

Ah heck! The strap on our camera broke, sending it plummeting to the wicked-hard rocks of a Santa Cruz county coastal tide-pool. I would characterize it as "broken" and "screwed up".
That' wasn't the only crappy thing that happened on our Saturday trip down California's historic Highway 1.
While on that particular adventure we also encountered a terrifying sea-creature we will refer to as the 'Sea Anus' (horrifying photo included). It was about the size of a small dog, and lazily attempted to digest my flip-flop. A shocking encounter to be sure, with one of nature's most revolting creatures. Alright, that was a bold-faced lie. This thing was small, like a disgusting little donut-hole. I shudder to think what would have happened to the human race if these things were indeed the size of small dogs. It's unlikely that we, as a species, would have put up with that for very long, choosing instead to leap to our collective deaths, our bodies smashed against the very rocks that these vile creates thrive on. Luckily enough, mother nature kept these baby's small.
Actually we had an excellent time on Saturday. I'll end with a beautiful image of Gussie facing the ocean and not backing down. Not even for a second.