gangstaswan

I'm just going to do a major photo dump:

This is the free conversation booth in front of the WaMu on Second Street in Long Beach. It's a lot of fun.



A band wandering the street stopped to join us and give a little performance. Our fearless leader (with whom I've gone on several dates), learns to play the accordion:



We asked each band member to do a solo for us. The accordion player did the typical French sounding love song (I couldn't tell you what exactly it was but if you hear it, you know it).



The banjo player did this incredibly soulful (not James Brown soulful but almost spiritual) piece about seeing something in a dream then finding it by the river. I seriously want a copy of it.



What would an entry be without a picture of Squee:



Yes I am one of those horrible people who dresses up their pets. But to be honest, he only wears it if we go out at night (which is rather rare):



Doesn't he just look so gangsta!



Here are some pictures from work:

The city editor tells the other boys how to change the water. I laughed and told the girls, "How many guys does it take to change the water?"



Minus the guy on the left, this was the Sunday crew until this week. The other girl got a promotion and now works M-F.



That girl and a reporter work on planning out the map for H.B.'s police files:



I'll do an actual entry at some point.





Maybe.