So the other night, I am sitting with my wife, when I hear a scraping sound outside. Curious, I step out my front door to find my neighbor running up my driveway wielding a shovel. “Look out!” he yells, as an opossum scurries in my direction. In this brief moment, I decided that being pinned in a corner between a frightened animal and a madman with a shovel was not in my best interests. I quickly backed into my foyer and closed the door.

My wife and I stand bewildered as what can only be described as the brutal beating of a marsupial takes place on my doorstep. When the sounds of metal thumping flesh subsided, I slowly open the door to find my neighbor ramming the shovel’s blade into the animal’s throat. “This’s what’s been diggin’ up our lawns!” the man’s wife croaked. “Well, you got him.” I said, as they left with their prize.

Looking back, I wish I had gone ballistic and scolded them for their actions, but I just stood there. I was left absolutely speechless. It was simply one of the strangest encounters I had ever experienced. They have since apologized, claiming they worried it was dangerous, but seriously…

You know, I usually have some sort of quip at the end of these things. I guess I’m a little rusty.

Working.

I have actually had so much work, that my need for creative release was satisfied. More than satisfied, actually. Where the need for a creative outlet had fueled this site for years… I had actually come to the point where I had no creativity left. None.

Where did it go?

The agency I work for decided to publish a magazine! I have always wanted to work for a magazine, so I welcomed the challenge and it consumed us for months. It was a design marathon, and I think we did a great job. I want to share more, but I will wait until the magazine is posted online. It should be up there before too long, so I will making a more thorough announcement then.

Now that things have calmed down a bit, I’ll be giving more attention to Cardboard Monocle! Good to be back!