If they aren’t going to invite me on Cribs, I’ll just shoot my own. Indulge me for a few minutes while I show you our sweet new place in Mexico for the winter.
After shooting this I realized I forgot to show you what’s in the fridge. That’s what you do on Cribs, right? Well, it’s chock full of 40s of Pacifico. Actually, they don’t call ’em 40s down here, but I was fibbing about my fridge being full of them anyway. There’s beer in there, but there’s also food. Maybe that’s why they haven’t asked me to be on Cribs yet?
Any project or system that involves people, no matter how well-intentioned, eventually loses luster once the initial excitement and momentum wears off. Everything becomes a job after long enough, no matter how infatuated you were in the beginning.