Psst...

One of the most fascinating blogs on the internet: Post Secret. From what I gather, people put some of their most jealously guarded secrets on a post card, anonymously mail it to the Post Secret address and if it's chosen, it's posted.

A fascninating, heartbreaking read. Some seem a little dubious, others a bit too showy or faux-inspiring... but the compiler has done a pretty good job of picking some intriguing and beautiful cards.

There are a few I could send in, but I don't think I have the nerve.
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I refuse to neglect this piece of news any longer: congratulations in advance to my cousin, Matthew Wolfe. He's a-gettin' himself hitched this Saturday, May 28th.

A good guy? No question! Too young to get married? Without a doubt! Am I thrilled for him and his bride-to-be as they begin this really cool, really scary, really huge chapter in their lives?

Most definitely.

Wish I could be there, Matt. Deep breaths. You'll do great.

Anyhow, they certainly picked a charmed day for their wedding. May 28th is, of course, the day Carey and I were married, so we're celebrating five big years on Saturday. I'm a very lucky man.
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I mentioned several weeks ago something about having an ad I concepted and drew a silly illustration for appearing in WIRED magazine. Well, the issue's on the shelf now and, as it turns out, there are two me-concepted ads in that issue. Both are for Averatec laptops and they're about four or five pages from the back. (The 90-second drawing on the "napkin" ad is mine, as is the ugly handwriting.)

As a bonus, articles about Steven Spielberg and Beck are found in that issue. Rubbin' shoulders with greatness, I tell ya.

June 2005 issue.
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Finally, it looks like Mom might be visiting in July, which is big, fat exciting news. It's looking like she might be here in So-Cal for the one-year anniversary of last summer's ordeal, which makes me happy.

Apparently, the Akron Beacon Journal politely asked her if they could come along and chronicle her experiences. For obvious reasons, I think she declined.

Oy, paparazzi!