So my computer was frozen today while something was rendering, and all I could see was this frame onscreen:


So, impotent and bored, I tried to draw her face.


I think it looks more like William Shakespeare.

Mornings are the best, because you can pretend you're going to do something amazing later.


This kid in the middle looks like he's about to be ripped apart.

The new champion! Senator Robert Byrd:

Only play this game if you have nothing to do for a couple of days.

Some ideas to help prevent the flooding of San Francisco by global warming.

Entry into the San Francisco 48hr Film Festival. Won an audience award, and best writing. I didn't do much for this one, just wrote the song at the end.

This dude rode that giant wave on the Amazon River for 36 minutes. I can't even stay on a bike for that long.

1. New Surgeon General Regina Benjamin:

2. Sheriff Keith Nygren of McHenry County:

3. Mark Dickson, IT Manager, Hillsborough County, FL:


4. Every Lord Mayor ever:

5. District Attorney Pupperton and State Appeal Court Judge Tokes O'Muffin:

6. Senator Joe Lieberman of Connecticut, pre-Benedict Arnold:

Yeah, bunch more of this shit. We actually almost got blown up this time. An errant rocket flew from a cliff above down a few feet over our heads and landed in the sand maybe 10-15 feet away, then exploded like a grenade.

...was amazing, although this video of a firefly is probably the worst way to communicate that:

But not in the sense you might think, since I haven't been to or watched a game in years. My life is, or has been, waiting, relaxing, concentrating, focusing and waiting for the perfect moment to make the perfect play. The catch is, in baseball you don't have as much control as you like to think. You know what you're "supposed" to do when you get the ball, but sometimes it takes a bad bounce, sometimes your teammates throw wild, and sometimes you just didn't practice enough and you let everyone down. That last one tends to happen a lot. But it's not for lack of trying, or dedication, or motivation. It's focusing in the wrong things, making the wrong changes, the wrong improvements. I focus on fielding a better grounder instead of waving to the girl in the bleachers watching me, and I hope she's still there when I look up.

AHH! Must click to avoid...moderate worry? Actually, the story's about the NRA being worried that Sontamayor will "inject her opinion" into Supreme Court cases. Also, I am on the edge of my seat waiting to hear the next big story about the Miocene Epoch: