AUTHOR: Jim Kukral DATE: 10:31 AM ----- BODY:
An Unusual Friday Morning
This morning I was greeted by a man with a M16 and a smile

I'd like to share my morning with you (non marketing related). As you may or may not know, I share a large studio space with a photographer. To get to my office, I have to walk through the photographer's studio, where often times he's in the middle of a photo shoot shooting various things like ball bearings, space heaters or boxes of chocolates for catalogs. But, there's the occasional day when I walk in to a 'different' kind of shoot. This was one of those days. This morning I was greeted at my door by a man in a turtleneck, holding an M16 and a smile. "Good morning," he said to me as I stood there in shock. Let me backtrack a bit here. The reason I didn't run and scream down the hall like a little girl is because my landlord, Hal the photographer, is a huge hunter. So... it's not unusual to think that one of his cronies is visiting the studio which happens from time to time. Hal's studio has the walls littered with various animal heads. (Note: Hal is a great guy, and I have nothing against hunters, especially ones like Hal who are responsible and respectable hunters/gun-owners.) But that doesn't change the fact that I have serious anti-gun beliefs. On with the story... So, on the way to my office I stop to pick up some coffee in the kitchen. As I arrive, I see two women having makeup put on by a professional makeup artist (no guns I could see yet). They had unplugged the coffee pot for their hair curler :( As I walked out with my coffee, I joked, "Did you all bring your own guns?". Much to my surprise, neither laughed, and the brunette one patted her bag and said, "I did", with a serious grin. It turns out that my studio-mate is shooting the 2005 'Girls with Guns' calendar. Ah yes, here's me, probably the biggest anti-gun person you've ever met, spending a day with scantily-clad women wearing camo, holding semi-automatic weapons. Yes, yes, I get to sit here in my office hoping that some bikini-bimbo doesn't accidentally squeeze off a round during a pose that will come flying through my heavily-enforced drywall hand-built wall, and come zipping into my skull. So if you're in the neighborhood and want to share my day with me, please stop by, but leave your gun at home, we have plenty here.