Wow, I was so tired I left out all the linkage in last night's post.

"... Puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of."

So, really, I don't have anything to say, but I know that if I don't post something, people will wonder if the aliens have finally come to carry me away. I keep trying to explain that they'll get the "special" e-mail from my super-secret automated dead-man switch system if that happens, but, who listens to me? So, instead of anything coherent, y'all are going to get some random snippets in a sort of stream of consciousness update.

Today is the day in 1955 that Vladimir Nabokov's novel Lolita was first published.

Yea! Genetically modified pets right off the shelf!

Yeah, it's been one of those days.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Looking back always seems so much easier than looking forward.

(Note: This "post" was written over the space of two long waits in airports after gliding through easy and over-hyped security.)

08/11/06

I love t-shirts almost as much as I love being bad.

Flyer, take warning.