KY gets you wet

hy i love my job: 

i hear things like

"it claims hers doing her from 7pm to 3am.. look, at 7 hes fucking her, 9, still fucking her, 1, still fucking her"

and its totally work-related!

i can has flickr?

and look i am htmling!

i took some pixx around lovely no*libs today.

easy day at the office.

good to know if I ever lose one or all of my limbs, I can always go to Atlantic City.

we used to be so close

just call me if you want to talk, penis.

i work in web 2.0 so i might as well get back into it

Recent reviews by Dan M.

What's this?

making stuff

i fear the devil and damnation.

i want to be a mapmaker

i wonder about the emotional attachment to the first cow a man purchases when he decides to get into the cattle dealing business.


idle hands are the devils playthings.

joys of losing a phone

I lost my phone.
Lost my woman.
for several days I lived- phoneless.
alone in the wilderness.
but i got a new one
$40 and I now have a functioning camera phone.
in AT&T, a man was screaming because he wasn't getting a phone by 5 today.
who wants to call him anyway?

and that is the joy of losing a phone.
who calls you anyway?

a friend i had not thought about in a while surprised me with an unfamiliar area code.
an anonymous text said "my friend thinks youre a cutie."
except the friend goes by the name of Shannon Madden.
I wouldn't expect people to date me if i was named Andrew McAndrew, or Daniel McAniel.

the american association of retired persons and why i need a camera

razorfish recently aquired AARP as a client, so UX is in the research phase, and i am transcribing notes from the interviews.  Because AARP  is such an all-encompasing non-profit, and they have so many sites and causes- there is no continuity between sites.  Razorfish needs to bring them together. Silos.  I went to a Philly Ad Club this morning.  Spring spoke but they did not alot time evenly, leaving no time for the QnA.  Someone asked if they have ever met their replacement.  I said "I was replaced by a drag queen," but nobody found it as amusing as I did.  Riding back to work, I was presenetd 3 boxes of dog food en route.  On the other side of city hall, I saw a near homeless man. There are different ways to categorize the homeless; some are disabled and crazy, some are drug-addled yet slick, others just can't see life confined to 4-walled, roofed structures, and i dont blame them.  This man seemed the third.  He was clothed and walking, albiet haggardly hairy, puffing on the last inch of a stogie.  He had his AARP card strung around his neck.  I wish I had a pen and paper, I wish I had a camera.