Since I'm not working and don't have the security of a regular job and don't leave the house my now I get on line and check the local weather a couple times a hour just in case of floods, tornados, earth quakes, volcanoes, falling satellites, and other sorts of stuff that could really screw things up around here.  Maybe I'm a bit paranoid about this stuff considering I do have a nice burrito wrapper I can take shelter in and I keep gallons of bottled water and rice and peanut butter and toilet paper here, just in case. 

Have you tried toilet paper yet?  Pretty nice, huh!  How did folks get by in the old days?  Ever wonder how cave men trimmed their toe nails?  Just pound 'em with rocks?  Chew each others down real good?  (Oh yuk!)

By the way, don't get too freaked out by how cold is outside.  It's like this only about half the time.  Just hang in their, lil' buddy, 'cuz it's going to get really excellent after a while.  Here're some pix for you:

And I'm in the process of setting up a photo gallery in Shitterfly that everyone can groove on.  How are your computer skills?  PC or Mac?  From what I've seen on the emails it looks like you're being exposed to the latest tech.  Me, I'm old school---don't even know an I-Pod from a piece of toast.

Any particular kind of work you'd eventually like to get into?  Hands on stuff maybe or more management oriented?  Entrepreneurial or to be in the corporate world?  Whoodathunkit, but I was in the corp. world for 30 years (I'm sure you have someone handy who can help you compute that sort of #) and they sent a bunch of us adrift into the vast and unfathomable spaces of the cosmos.  It's kind of wierd, but Opra and Dr. Phil and some idiot named Spranger (or Spanker or something like that) keep popping up here in my personal space.  Really weird, but it's the court TV shows that I get off on.  What morons there are on the loose.

Careful along the way Noah, 'cuz you could end up sitting on stage with your neighbor's sister's mother's boyfriend's daughter's pimp just tearing each other's shirts off while the celestial cheerleaders chant, "Jerry!  Jerry!  Jerry!..." 

Time to sign off now, Noah.  Just hang tight to your mom and pop and their crew and you'll be alright.  Them's good peoples.