Go Elf Yourself

Still holed up in New York City for work. I've been staying in some of the dingiest 2-star hotels New York has to offer because my company is too cheap to pay for anything better. I think I hit a low point last night drinking scotch in a Best Western in Brooklyn with a doctor (still in scrubs), an orthodox Jew in a large black hat, a guy blaring country music from his laptop, and an African-American transvestite who was at least 275 pounds. A true melting pot. If that sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, just think what if feels like to be living it. But today's Thursday, and I get to go home, so I'm pretty stoked. Plus, Joy's nephew, Andy, just put me in a great mood by sending me this Flash movie that, well, just watch it.