this hulking mcmansion sits on a public cul de sac that is part of a 4 way intersection of two semi-busy thoroughfares.

the folks that are building this have some signs on the right to the effect of, "Respect our privacy, please."

This monument to ostentatiousness could benefit from a sign that reads, "Respect our privacy, plebes."

the man woke up early, snuck the toaster into the basement with a stash of frozen waffles, pancakes, bagels and cream cheese.

there is nothing quite like the desires of a small child to become a basement sous chef.

when asked about cream cheese on the fork, said chef replied, "dad, it was necessary to taste it with waffles."

bravo, young man.

thinking about how busy we've been and how it is affecting the show in a negative way. hoping that we can get it together this week and get to the five hundreth and talk about what is next.

having a gtreat conversation about the newbs and projects they are trying to build.