Sometimes funny, sometimes thoughtful, always a good time
From an AP article today:
How do I get in on this fabulous reconstruction gravy train?
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
— Douglas Adams
I really like the transparent console windows I run on my desktop, especially when they’re combined with interesting background images. Here’s an example of a spiffy background I snagged on Flickr.
Hah! Some farmers in rural Massachusetts did a little creative mowing a few months ago, a satellite captured the field on one of its mapping passes, and now anyone can read their message by poking around Google Maps and looking at the satellite imagery.
Yesterday the Baltimore Orioles were playing the Texas Rangers and pulled ahead in the first few innings to lead 3-0.
The Rangers decided to turn up the heat or something, because starting in the fourth inning they exploded– eventually scoring a total of 30 (yes, 30) runs. The rout included a grand slam by Travis Metcalf, who had been called up from triple-A ball that very day (that’s got to make you feel good when you finally make it to The Show).
Despite such a performance, Texas remains in last place.
Tonight I was driving back from Denver just before midnight, and there was a spectacular lightning show in the northern sky. Storm clouds were towering into the sky, and the lightning was threading through them providing some amazing pink and orange backlights to the clouds. The flashes were almost constant– every few seconds another cloud would burst with light.
I pulled off the interstate and took a dark country road a little way, so I was in a really dark area and could watch the show. I had my pocket camera with me, but unfortunately it doesn’t have the flexibility of my other camera so I couldn’t really capture the sky. I ended up with a bunch of pictures like this:
Oh well. It was still a fantastic display.
When Laralee and I first got married and moved into our townhouse, we received a “welcome to your new home” package with a bunch of random coupons. One of them was for a free plant at Home Depot. It wasn’t just any plant– as I recall, we could only select from the “$5 or less” plants or something.
But I chose a little palm plant, because as a kid I’d had one (until Kari accidentally killed it). This little guy was about three inches high. I named him Herbie.
Now, eleven years later, Herbie is an enormous plant that dominates the corner of our living room. He’s at least three feet high and probably four feet across, and constantly shooting out new branches and leaves.
Someday I hope Herbie grows as big as the palm my grandma had– it was at least six feet tall.
“The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.”
— Ralph Sockman
Today was the summer ultimate league tournament in Boulder. We couldn’t have asked for better weather: lots of sun, no wind, no rain. We played some really great games and fell just short of the finals, taking home third place overall.
The season was fantastic, and this was a really fun team. I’m bummed that the season is over, but looking forward to next year. And of course I’ll still be playing pickup games twice a week well into the fall, so I’ll continue getting my dose of the world’s greatest sport.
It was bound to happen sooner or later: the RIAA is now the defendant in a class-action lawsuit. Charges include:
Whew! Here’s hoping they get a good old-fashioned kick in the head. Their shenanigans have gone on long enough.