Ah midsummer, the worst time of the year.  Nothing happens, the heat pounds you into the ground and then sprinkles delicious rain on your head, only to bring the sun out again and instantly boil the water, scalding your precious few hair follicles into giving up and dropping your giant dome hat of hair onto the floor.  This is the time of low expectations, and even lower results.  No change, lots of routine, tediously uncatalogable amounts of boredom, and the occasional wild night of partying.  On the plus side, I recently spent a very enjoyable few hours with good friends of mine constructing a monster box.  It walked, it talked, but it couldn't quite stand up under it's own power.  Nevertheless, there was a crappy box I was proud to call my own.  Some funny looks and some cigarettes outside of Kinko's later, and it was on it's way to the happy buyer.  And the whole process would begin again the next day.  Oh well, 3 hours of work on a free box for two hundred bucks, that seems worth it to me.  Ebert Wholesales continues to thrive.  So yeah, until this midsummer slump wears off, or I go on vacation (which will probably happen first) I'm not so sure there will be all that much of interest here, but hey, maybe I can fake some pictures of us putting together that box so you can have a look at that.