
Stuart has been vindicated and has been in a constant state of celebration since his country applauds what he considers the greatest film of all time. Now, if we can only get him to stop coming to work in his cowboy "outfit"


er still flows and there is no shame in sitting on your stoop with a 40. Of course I’ve had no stoop to sit on being on a cruise ship for a few weeks. That was quite an adventure. You would not believe how crazy the 70 year old women are when you start playing shuffleboard. ‘Ol Betsy almost took my head off with the shuffle stick after I beat her a second time last Saturday. Why the hell would they put a deck full of retirees on our boat anyway? Luckily I will be moving out this week to this fine new apartment. I took a picture for all to enjoy. L
ooks good doesn’t it? There’s a little cleaning to be done, but I think it should be fine.
BROKEN TEARS
Heath Ledger, best known as a ‘Brother Grimm’ to the four people that saw that movie, delivers in his role as a gay cowboy, struggling through life with his wife and kids after a randy affair with fellow caballero, Jake Gyllenhall, best known as the brother of the girl who liked to get spanked in ‘Secretary.’ If anyone knows how hard life can be after a tête-à-tête with another man, it is me, Stuart Dickie.
At first, I thought America might shy away from this movie, even boycott it. In the end, though, art has ruled the day. Gay or straight, I highly recommend this movie. It can appeal to all race, class or creed. Michelle Williams delivers a powerful performance, portraying a wife constantly trying to hump her husband, only to have him constantly turn her away to sit by the window, wearing only his cowboy hat.
Well, hell of a welcome back to South Bend and a great way to kick off that last semester of school . . . let me tell you. I got a call Friday night from two of my roommates who had just gotten back to the house to find that it had been broken into, and any and all electronic devices, etc. (and pretty much anything else of significant monetary value) had been stolen. Bastards. So, needless to say, I spent most of the night on the phone with them and my other 2 roommates.
had a tough time lifting any prints, and also couldn't find any signs of forced entry . . . which makes it very suspicious to me. Only other person that we know has a key to our house is our landlord (in San Diego), and the maintenance guy, who's about 65, seems to be a nice guy, and generally seems harmless. He is a "townie" though, so you never really know.
Rome stolen . . . which is one of those losses that are irreplaceable. (See CPayne for first hand account.)

John has spent a bit of time out of the office the past few days. It is apparent what is going on as his face has been swollen like a balloon for days. He has had visits to dentists and subsequently, the doctor and no one could figure out what was going on until today.
John has a conjoined twin. This fetus has sat dormant for John’s life, implanted in his cheek, and for some unexplainable reason; it is finally becoming “active”. This is nothing to laugh at and is not a subject solely for cartoon sitcoms. It is not an uncommon problem but it is a little odd that is has manifested itself in the facial area.
Due to the severity of the situation, John is currently undergoing “removal” of the twin. After removal, a drain will be placed through John’s cheek, followed by minor cosmetic surgery to disguise that drain as a mole. Pro-life activists are already getting wind of the removal process and have started picketing the office. If you ask me, they are getting carried away. I hope things don’t get out of hand. If only they could understand John’s pain.

Michael immediately returned to the kitchen as he was sure he brought a peach to work. “I packed a peach this morning and put it on the table when I put my lunch in the fridge”, he remarked. An embarrassed Michael came from the kitchen after pulling a PEAR from his lunch bag and brought the pear back to his desk. From that day on, he has been known as “peaches”.
I hope you found this story as funny as we did when it actually happened. If you see this man coming, hide your peaches (from the looks of his desk, you should pretty much hide anything you don't want stolen).

Well, Andy's back and he has started decorating the office with a vengeance. He is a little crazy but we like it that way.
Unfortunately, in gaining Andy, we have lost Steve. As you can see by the reaction of the ladies in New Orleans, Steve had to go back to school.
It looks like he is spending more time drinking and socializing with people on the streets than doing actual work. Hope he can get that thesis done.
This has been a week of uncomfortable celebration as we savor our last few days of working with Pete. Yep, you read it right, Pete is moving on to greener pastures and now someone else will be responsible for cleaning up his manure.
Steve, who has been filling in for Andy since he went off to school will now have more shoes to fill as he tries to fill in for Pete. Of course, Steve’s quality and quantity of work will have to diminish quite a bit to reach that goal. Perhaps a few Jager-Bombs before work may put him in the right frame of mind to work as hard as Pete did.
mounds of work that he created for Steve the Younger, his unique methods of plan dimensioning will ensure SGW’s lifelong relationship with all of its clients as they attempt to build to Pete’s drawings. Pete’s actions were equally matched by his exuberant appearance. We will truly miss his flowing cape and magical T-square. Pete’s appearance brought an other-worldly flair to the office.
Many people have been seriously affected by Pete’s departure. Stuart started balling the minute he heard about Pete leaving and hasn’t stopped since. Other co-workers
have resorted to binge drinking –the funnels in the back room are getting a bit out of hand. I am seriously worried about what will happen to the fragile chemistry that we have here at SGW once Pete is actually gone.
(John and I) for someone to move into Pete’s seat. You have to already work at SGW, you must despise George Bush to the point it makes no sense, and you have to be willing to enter into random conversations on any subject at a moments notice.
Well, today we officially got over Andy’s absence. The “irreplaceable” intern Andy has actually been replaced with a new intern, Steve “the younger”. Steve is a refugee from New Orleans and has completed the trio of Tulane folks in this little corner of the architectural universe. After hosing him down and getting him a decent change of clothes, he seems to fit in quite well.
We are still schooling our new intern on how to navigate through IMDB but hopefully he will catch on soon. Last week, we spent a bit too much time trying to determine if Jessica Biel is a good actress or not. Andy’s expertise really would have come in handy. Our arguments about cinematic minutia are getting a bit out of hand and we could use someone to sort this out for us so that we can actually get some work done.
The Nap Store realized by some jerk in Florida, Mall of America.


It's truly quiet in the office today. Pete is at City Hall and Andy is... ...hmmm, where the hell is Andy? We set up this wonderful blog for him so that he could tune in at any moment and catch the excitement that is going on at SGW. We haven't heard from the bastard in months. O.K., it has only been a week in a half but it feels like months. Andy, if you are out there, please let us know you're still alive. I'd hate to think that you had another beef stew incident or worse yet, that you have joined a commune or something.
Architects
Andy “The Optimistic Intern” Rutz
John “I Hate Everything” Sugrue
Pete “I don’t need your affection and you ain’t getting any of mine” Conry