Skunk Rock

Rock on, little brown skunk!

Y'ever do that thing where you're rocking out along with the headphones, and then you get that horrible sinking realization that someone is watching you, and you look up and meet their eyes, and then it hits you, like a diamond hammer falling from a great height and piercing your forebrain, that you look like some kind of lip-synching seizure victim?

Well, anyway, it's happened to me.

The march of cute continues, although since I just got a huge load of non-cute work, a reprieve may be on the horizon...