Ok, so I'll say "holy shit" and continue...

Point Number One: DeviantArt grew soooo big. How the fuck did I let myself miss out on this? I got meself a new laptop - have yet to install the Adobe CS Suite on it. It's totally for work...

Point Number Two: Signed up for the United States Air Force; EAD 19 Oct. to be a linguist. To all those who thought I was talking out me arse, kiss my ass! I'm coming to your country speaking your language. When in Rome...

Point Number Three: I'm enjoying local celebrity before I leave. I was never aware how radio stations work. One company owns a bunch of them. So when you do the website for one of them ( [link]) and you kick local competition's ass, apparently, you get to do all of them for the whole company... at least in Rockford. I get to do the big local sites that everyone in the area knows. I get to converse something like this:

Benji: "You know 97 ZOK?"
Listener: "Yeah."
Benji: "I'm doing their site this week..."
Listener: "No - fucking - WAY!"
Benji: "Way..."
Listener: "OMG! Are the DJ's cool...?"

Also, it turns out- not all DJ's are cool in real life. Mike Cooper and Brizz are two of the Eagle Jocks. Yeah, they kick all ass. But Steve from the Dawn Patrol... he's a hard ass sometimes. Not as cool as Coop-a-Loop. That's my boy... he let me borrow these Doors CD's, the live performances at the Aquarious Theatre. Both nights!! Insanely awesome... he totally fueled my 60's Rock fire.


If anyone stops by, reads this, sees I'm leaving - you can shoot me a hate mail about the war or just write me a good bye. I promise hand to God, I will answer each and every one I get, if any...

I'd like to thank all the Swedes and the Dutch for the interesting nights of Electronic music that annoyed the shit out of me and the interesting collabs that went around. The to the Duke of the South, Ekud - you're still the coolest. To the Germans, bis bald - ich bin heimkommen.

Peace, y'all... Enjoy the road of life and pull over if you see coming fast up on your back. I refuse to slow down anymore . . .
-Reto