Avast, ye scurvy dogs. Hoist the mizzen and yer tankards. Tomorrow be the highest of Pastafarian high holy days.
My pirate name is:
Black Sam Read
Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!
Wedding Shots I've put up a few pics from MP & McD's wedding. Check them out here Some could be considered incriminating — but only if you know the story behind them. Enjoy.
Their wedding in South Bend went off with just one hitch -- and it was beautiful.
The town is beautiful, too. Some of the hotel rooms looked out over Pier Park. Below is a panorama.
I'll put more pictures of the town and the wedding on Flickr, as soon as I weed out the crappy and incriminating ones.
Boulevard Baptist Church in Springfield has decided to try some blatant honesty. The sign's been up for weeks. If it were a joke, wouldn't they have taken it down by now?
Friday, August 11, 2006
Wikipedia killed my cat ...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Zoe and her left foot
Zoe turned 1 on July 15. We took her outside so she could enjoy her cake without us having to hose down the kitchen later. She didn't smear it on her face like most kids. Instead ... well, you'll see.
We made it. The Wakarusa weekend went so fast, it seemed like just a refreshing breeze. Ticla, Claude and Zack made it to Springfield from Birmingham on Wednesday, and we headed out for Lawrence on Thursday morning. We were supposed to pick up Eartha at the airport in Kansas City, but alas, she missed her flight. We thought we'd go to the festival, set up camp and then leave to get her in KC when she arrived on a later flight. Leaving, however, once we'd set up camp, proved to be impossible. So she was on her own. But Eartha is resourceful and resilient, and she made it to the festival on her own steam. And we had a blast. We saw too many shows to list, but here are a few videos I found. The day show (above) was Bela Fleck sitting in with Donna the Buffalo. I think you might be able to see my head bop up a few times, because I was right at the front. The night show (below) is the encore for STS9, which we caught after Fleck and his Flecktones wrapped up on the neighboring stage. We were right next to the fire spinner in the video. He was endlessly amusing, as was the entire weekend. So maybe y'all will come with us next year. You won't be sorry.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Only two more days of work before the relaxing, music-soaked Wakarusa vacation. To top it off, some of my best friends are coming up from Alabama to go to the festival, too. Can't wait.
Say hello to our little friend. This is, perhaps, the sweetest cat in the world. And she has joined our family. God bless her. But there's one problem. We don't have a name for her yet. Do y'all have any ideas? I thought about Fuzzbucket, but that doesn't seem to fit.
Almost there.
Zoe has taken the first steps toward taking her first steps. Check it out.
Nothing punny about it.
Well, it finally happened. A whole copy desk went silly overboard with the lame headlines. The San Antonio Express-News has expressly forbidden puns in headlines after a recent ridiculous rash of the linguistic lunacy. Thank God alliteration is still allowed. Read about the pun ban here.
Is the Internet dumbing down your newspaper? This article from The New York Times looks at the spread of bland headlines — a peeve of mine — and their cause.
Curse you, Google.
"One of the most important things you learn from the internet is that there is no 'them' out there. It’s just an awful lot of 'us'." — Douglas Adams
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Rarin' to go
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
In the world of Monopoly knock-offs, this one is the scariest.
