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So...apparently FB was a little more integrated with certain functions of my phone than I had previously realized. There are certain things that nearly a month after killing the account I'm noticing.

The main oddity is when I get text messages. These are from people that clearly know me...aspects of my life...my favorite brand of mid-80's sneaker.That kind of thing.

And I have no clue who they are because all that comes across in the text message is a phone number. So...if I ask 'who is this', please don't get offended. I probably never knew your number to begin with and when I deleted my facebook account, I lost the link to that kind of information (see, if you are fb friends with someone who has their phone number listed in their profile, it will show up in the contacts of your smart phone almost as if by magic). So...break that connection, lose the contact (in more ways than one at times).

Speaking of re-connecting. I went back to my old Karaoke stomping grounds last night. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It was different. Cat wasn't doing it now. I sang my staples ("Turn the Page", "The Weight", "Love Shack", and "Bust A Move"), so that was cool. It was funny, before I would have stayed and closed it down...gone in to work hungover and just dealt with it. I left (relatively) early last night. I said 'I love my new job and don't want to mess it up.' That statement was understood by all :-)

Speaking of awesomeness...I'm on a NASCAR. I mean..not one that's actively racing, but still. It's the one in front of Quaker Steak and Lube on Polaris Parkway. It was donated to the Make it Fit Foundation (to raise money to help put an end to Autism). And I made it on the car as one of the sponsor decals.

I'm pretty stoked about it. I think I'm the only photographer listed on the car (which means I'll have to step up and fix my web site...but I'm overdue for that anyway). It's another example of how fantastic things can happen in your life when you do the right thing for the right reasons and as my friend put it 'get out of your own way'.

 

My logo is to the lower left of the "11" on the door. Pretty stoked indeed!! If you're a follower of NASCAR, the car IS an actual car that raced. In it's active life, it was the Viagra-sponsored car. I never followed the 'sport,' so I couldn't tell the number the driver, any of that mess. But it's hard to forget it was the Viagra card.

The thing that makes it the coolest is just how much QSL has jumped in and is really helping the Make It Fit Foundation. They host events there for the foundation. And with what they've donated, it's just amazing to see people come together to fight the scourge of Autism. I have no doubt with that people they have involved in this group, they'll wipe Autism off the planet. It's just very cool to be a part of such a group.

Alright, lunch is over. Time to get back to work.

For those missing the old Todd, this one's for you:

 

May your day be full of awesome-sauce, the likes of which you have never seen!

 

-A.T.

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