oh man oh man oh man. if i were a spoiled child of a plastic surgeon or maybe had a wacky millionaire uncle, this piece of brilliance would have just immediately shot up to the top of my holiday wishlist. all five seasons of six feet under in one subterranean-soil-looking box with fake grass on top. maybe if i sell some old crap i can convert it into this gem… [sigh]. one can only dream.

honestly, there has to be a way i can supplement my income for even six months or something, just to pay off some debt, pick up a PS3, then maybe throw this puppy in and move on with my life. right? this is the internet age! people make a living selling t-shirts. i heard a segment on npr the other morning about two sisters who started a business out of their garage selling rubber balls as gifts by mail, with greetings on them like, ‘hope you have a ball with your new bouncing baby boy’ or a get well one that says ‘i’m sure you’ll bounce right back!’. it honestly CANNOT be that hard.

if you have any ideas or want to brainstorm with me on one, honestly, let me know and i have half a mind to go for it, just so i can tell my credit cards to bite me before gleefully cutting them in half.