Here I Am, Rock You Like A Hurricane

(watching: The Simpsons)

I live in Los Angeles. (That looks as strange in print as it feels in real life.)

Jeff and I got in last night. This is a crazy place, man. The traffic is sort of killing me, but the weather is just unbelievable. In other news, I shaved my beard, but I left the mustache, just so I can feel like a 70's porn star for a day. Meine dispatcher sent me to fix the cahble, ich bein expert.

I'll post details of the road trip, as well as a recap of our fantasy football draft and some choice pictures of Joshua Tree National Park, later, when the fact that I live in Los Angeles is freaking me out a little less.