Oh hello there! Welcome to javaape's neighborhood, where everyones' legally required to sport a big, cardboard bullseye for me to fling poo at! That's right, everyone! We don't discriminate here... nosiree! Be you young or old, man or woman or any combination of the two, rich or poor, left or right handed, or prefer either muffins or cupcakes, all are equals in my realm! In my realm, for instance, you can marry anyone or anything you want! Gays're okay and straights're dandy too! Hell, if you wanna marry an rotten turnip that's been sitting on top of your refrigerator for two months and is starting to be a striking semblance to presidential hopeful, (insert elbow jabs and sneers here), John Mccain, be my guest! Just as long as you wear the goddamn bullseye and play the game like everyone else, everything will be fine...

These days I'm calling Seattle home instead of the dry and dusty realms of Albuquerque and the American Southwest. A big change to be sure, but I have little fear for it is an all-new, all-different chapter in the life and times of a coffee-crazed desert monkey...

We'll just see how this big city thing works out. To be sure, there's a great wealth of diversity and art to be influenced by here... not to mention the throngs of unwashed masses of sandal wearing, ponytail sporting computer programmers, hoody-festooned emo kids, and crzycool punks, uppity rich types and down to earth cool types and all the other stereotypes that I can improperly label people with! Seriously, people are pretty cool here... and just as long as everyone wears my target so that I can fling poo at them without worry of targeting mishaps then we'll all be hunky-dorey...