this afternoon i killed wasp #3. my sketchbook, weapon of choice among the best of the best, has consequently been dubbed the wasp waster. i have discovered what i believe to be the point of entry and have taken steps to shut the bitches down. since i've weatherstripped the living crap out of the gap in my window, i have managed to successfully thwart the attempts of two other would-be intruders in their dastardly plot to enter my home and sting the almighty bejeezus out of me and my furry cat friend.

in other news, i got no $$. i bought gangs of new york on dvd today anyway, in an awsome display of flagrant disregard for the priciniples of "budget" and "cashflow". also, good call on the sunburn at the gay pride parade. my nose is red. like santa, or the neighborhood drunk.