Not All Bad

I'm a night person. Always have been, and there's a good chance I always will be. I also have a terrible aversion to pumpkin pie, but that's another story. Anyway, because I'm a night person, I don't usually see many people out and about when I am. This includes grocery stores, streets, playgrounds, and so on and so forth. However, the last few days, I've been crawling out of my hole and experiencing natural sunlight. Surprisingly, it's kind of nice. Oh, and it's crazy, but I had my camera with me.

This picture has nothing to do with anything, but I liked it so there.

Printmaker for a Day

Last night, my friend Elise was nice enough to teach me the finer points of print making. I learned how to screen print, an overview of relief printing, and listened to dubstep for a few hours. It was like a rave with ink instead of foam. Anywho, I annoyed her with my camera for part of the night and she requested I post the evidence.

Shooting from the Hip

To begin, I'd like to tell you, dear reader, the benefits of writing in a coffee shop. First of all, you smell like coffee the rest of the day. Awesome.

Second, when you're not writing you get to people watch. Although Fargo may not be the most glorious city nor the most populous, you can still sight some interesting characters downtown. Perfect.

Third, there's usually a very plentiful supply of caffeine. This might sound stereotypical, but caffeine has a pretty firm grip on me at this stage in the game. The fact that a nearly endless supply of espresso, Coke, and coffee is 20 feet from me at all times makes this an appealing place indeed. In fact, I just drank a Coke so quickly that it feels like my gums are numb. You say unhealthy, I say endearing.

Anyway, I took some photos today. I think they turned out alright. If you agree, great. If you don't, I'll still love you.