Frosted...

Kids, don't listen to your teachers... go ahead and write in those textbooks.

Maybe you'll be famous some day, too.

Max Brenner, I think I love you...

Muslims have Mecca to pilgrimmage to sometime in their lives.

I have this.

Dang, I think I just gained three pounds reading that.

Once bitten, twice shy?

Wow... where have I been the last three years?

BostonHerald.com - Local & Regional: Great White looks back but moves forward 3 years after club fire

I saw a Law & Order episode from season 14 that was somewhat about this, I guess. I'm not sure if knowing that it had its roots in reality makes it more or less enjoyable for me.

Just after the fire, bassist Dave Filice and drummer Eric Powers left the group. Kendall, 49, stopped performing, turned to Christianity, went through intensive therapy and surrounded himself with his wife Bridget, three sons and one stepdaughter.

Interesting... going to go surf over and find out more about Kendall's conversion...

Okay, I'm back. Check these out:

• Mark Kendall (Great White) Interview: Suite 101
• Mark Kendall Interview: The Pure Rock Shop
• Train Station (one of Kendall's projects--includes 2 minute samples of several songs)

Two-year-old miracle...

Occasionally, something in the news makes me, if only for a moment, optimistic about the human race.

Like this.

You GO, girl.

"I am tired of these mutha***** snakes in this mutha***** house!"

You think you have real estate problems?

Check this out.

I will never gripe about my house again.

Global warming discussion "heats up"

I think this should be required reading for anyone who calls themselves "free thinkers" when it comes to the global warming debate:

U.S. Senate Committee on Environment and Public Works

"Symbolism does not solve a climate crisis"

"I want to beeeeee in thaaaat numberrrrrrr..."

Behold, the triumph of the American Spirit...

All is back to normal in the Big Easy.

The Saints can start losing games at home again.  All is right with the world.

Justice

Now THIS is what I like to see. Not vigilanteism per se, just a good old @$$-whuppin' on some creep who needed it.

Bravo, Mrs. Williams and company.

Babies die so rats can see

Advanced Cell Technology Inc. has found that embryonic stem cells, when injected into the eyeballs of rats with eye problems, grew into layers of retinal cells about five to seven cells thick.  The rats were able to see about twice as well as untreated rats from the same breeding line.

This technique could be adapted for use in human patients with similar degenerative vision problems.

Full details are here.

The problem is that despite their prior claims of non-destructive stem cell harvesting, the embryos from whom the lines of cells used in the experiment were derived were still freakin' destroyed.  We have to draw the line in the sand when it comes to ANY research or treatments that are built upon the sacrifice of innocent, unwilling human lives.

I don't care how it gets sugar-coated: murder is still murder.

Mistakes...

George Santayana once said that "Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it."

That probably explains why I keep choosing to eat Allsups hot links every few months...

Oi vey...

Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

Oh good... it's NOT just me.

ReporterHerald- Colorado State professor disputes global warming is human-caused

Talk about a bad case of "the munchies"...

My Way News - Panda Bites Man, Man Bites Him Back

I don't think much else can be said here. So I won't.

Looks like SOMEBODY'S sleeping on the couch tonight...

A new study concludes that due to our larger brain sizes, men are smarter than women by at least 3 to 4 IQ points.

Thank goodness testosterone kills brain cells. Otherwise we would take over the world.

What? Don't believe me? Then explain the continuing allure of ESPN whydontcha?

Fast Learners...

Islamofascists are taking a lesson from the American liberal Democrat playbook: misrepresent any quote directed at you (especially if it hits too close to the mark) as hate speech, and demonize the speaker to the press. Bad Pope. Baaaaad Pope!

(9/18/06) EDIT: Why NO, we're not overreacting!

Ann Richards, R.I.P.

I just read over at the New York Times about the passing of former Governor of Texas, Ann Richards.

Thanks to her efforts, the poorest residents of our great state have a reason to go on living, and the political landscape of the entire country will never be quite the same.

Sympathies go out to her children and their families.

I freakin' hate MySpace...

Not that anybody actually reads this blog, but many apologies go out to all my non-readers for the lack of frequency of posts. Busy month.

Most of my energies, when it comes to web-expression, seem to go here as of late...

Anyway, first a bit of news (not really that new though... "olds"?): I tracked down a friend of mine from college. Okay, beyond friend. I love the guy like a brother (you know, one of those brothers that you somehow don't talk to for three or four years until you google their last name fortheheckuvit), he was in my wedding (I'm still seeing my wife on a daily basis, if you're starting to worry), and the last I heard from him, he had finished video game design school, and was working on a Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen game.

He's been busy.

I had watched this game closely during development for about a year before its release. It sounded like such a cool idea--being able to jump in and out of inanimate objects as well as living hosts to solve puzzles, chew bubble gum, and kick tuckus--and I hoped I would get the chance to play it some day (being defined as the day after it hit the bargain rack).

As of this moment, a brand new copy of Geist sits on top of my Gamecube... and I haven't played it yet. Arrrrgh. Frickin' adult responsibilities.

Well, not exactly hell on earth. I did get to spend a good bit of the evening rubbing my wife's neck while she played Paper Mario. Then we watched the first hour or so of this before we both got old and headed to bed.

Only, I didn't head to bed. I felt restless. I decided to cruise over to myspace.com to see what all the fuss is about. I mean, a blog's a blog, right?

Good lord.

And they want me to join to look at most of this crap? Or to comment when I genuinely find a glimmer of hope amidst the countless misspellings and crimes against punctuation? Screw THAT.

So I'd like to give a shout out to mah' peepz' in Space-land:

ARRRRGHRHGRRRRRDRGH!!!!!!!

Now a few pointers:

1) Blog more often. We can learn so much more about you if you take 10 minutes to really explore what you're thinking and feeling with words. Somehow, "Sup dawg! I saw yoo guys, and your gitar solos was off the hizzy!" doesn't quite stir the soul. Is it just me?

2) Less is more. Keep your layout simple. Legible. You like art? Put it in a photo album or something.

3) Beware: parents can read too. And teachers. So watch the language, and PLEASE don't give T.M.I. I prefer to keep my illusions about your natural, inborn innocence. If that makes me an old fart, then pass the Beano and the Viagra.

4) You live in Lockney Freakin' Texas. Why not buck the dual trends of societal isolationism and obesity? Get off your arse, go across the street, and tell 3 till 7 that they're the shizzle. Odds are you live next to at least ONE of them.

5) Your spelling checker is NOT your friend. It wants people to laugh at you. Don't trust it.

Anyway, I'm out. Work happens in slightly less than eight hours, and I need my sleepy fun time.

I'll let you know about the game. Oh yeah, I forgot. Nobody reads this anyway.

Stupid MySpace...

(9/14/06) EDIT: Another reason not to MySpace: it could kill you.