The five stages of incessant pop music.

Law school building teaches students how to appear transparent.

End of the school year.

No offense England…

Instructions unclear, sewer lid in eye.

The Office complaint box.

But every song’s like wood teeth, stamp act, movin’ to Virginia, bloodstains, shot gun tea in the harbor.

My bus driver looks like George R. R. Martin

Night sky reflected in Salar de Uyuni, a large salt flat in Bolivia

So I guess I’m an Atheist now…

Experimenting with photosynthesis.

Poor Sam.

Pixar. Nailed it.

All I think of when i see those “keep calm and…” posts.

When worlds collide.

Perspective.