we have touchdown!

this post is coming to you live from ecuador! unlike the falsified moon landing, though, i really am here, and hopefully very soon i will have not faked photos to prove it. hopefully those will also show a bit of the area i live in, and what the house/my room looks like. you'll see, all in good time.

needless to say, i'm excited stupid to be here and would be napping now to make up for the nearly no sleep i got last night if i wasn't too excited to be here to sleep. this happiness for being here is just barely enough to make me feel better about having gotten into miami so late (after midnight) that i only had time to go to a hotel, go to bed, think about the guitar part on "big house" by audio adrenaline, imagine myself playing it (probably to a throng of adoring christian fans), realize i left my guitar on the plane, wake up in a start, call the airline which was obviously closed, go back to a fitful sleep before waking up at 5:15 to make more calls, get my guitar with enough time to board the plane but not enough time to locate and give patronage to an airport cinnabon (the second most important reason for visiting miami), and then arrive here, sans breakfast. what i'm trying to say is, i missed seeing shaq. but despite that huge setback so early in the trip, i'm still happy about my whereabouts. and my howabouts. you know. it's a good thing, being here.

when i went to this page i was pretty pumped i had 7 comments. ok, so maybe most of them were some kind of internet craziness devilry, but the point still stands that it would be pretty cool if that actually happened. so post away! until next time...

oh, by the way, i don't really think the moon landing was faked. just for the record. and i really am in ecuador. i'm totally not just hiding in miami, going to the clubs in search of shaq. or jlo. or snoop.