The Post Office is in trouble, and here's why. No one is looking after the little things. There is no one whose job it is to fix ridiculous situations like the above example from the Atlantic Station in Brooklyn. Confusion, poor design, and simply not-giving-a-fuck aren't making the consumer any more confident. No wonder they're going tits up.

Not a bad way to spend a Thursday eve.

Just a test image, really. But I guess I can comment on how dark my desk is. We need more lamps, dammit.

You see, to me it looked like a hyphen, not a dot, making a coffee-bagel sandwich. Speaking of which, why isn't there coffee-flavoured cream cheese? I'd give that a try.

Really this is just a test of the new app EyeEm, which I hope will replace Instagram as my photo taking-and-automatically-blogging platform. I've always hated how Instagram has zero web abilities, and how we can't browse on anything other than an iPhone. Still no Android, I think. I mean seriously.

So enjoy this photo of Prudence eating. Isn't she getting big!

The gang at MakerBot are working hard in the chocolate lab creating easter moulds for chocolate bunnies, and other goodies.

A strange architectural quirk of our new space is that there is no obvious way to adjust the blinds or open/close the windows. While we were looking for a ladder, Andrew dusted off his gymnastics skills and hopped up onto the ledge, shimmied across, and somehow didn't fall. Also managed to open the blinds. Typical work day.

Laura is dog-sitting for this reddish pup, aptly named Zorro (which means Fox in Spanish). Sadly, he doesn't seem to know his name which is a major drawback for any dog.