Look at all the Graphics Die

And my Iowa State image service is terminated with the directory they opened for me going on five years ago now.

How entertaining to me that this whole place is increasingly more like a frozen copy of a website on the Wayback Machine and less like a place I figured myself out!

It’s like looking into a tomb and seeing that faux wood paneling and those glitzy Sears displays and maybe someone’s doing a line off one in some burned-out empty mall or something.

REMEMBER THE LITTLE PURPLE PILL CALLED NEXIUM?!

I wonder if the older we get the more our lives become about what age exactly we are these days.