Okay, my days alone at Morning Job™ are over for now. It was fun while it lasted. I'm still amazed that I'm not fired.

I bought a small pirate flag, and I turned it into my car flag. That's cool, driving around with a pirate flag. I guess I gotta wear an eyepatch now and drink rum and wear knickers. And I gotta board other people's cars and steal their booty. Damn, now I've got to assemble a crew. And find a parrot.

That should be easy, because there are small flocks of wild parrots in Los Angeles. The story is that some parrots get away from their owners (you know, Beverly Hills and their fancy outdoor bird sanctuaries), and now they fly free around L.A.