Use the force dummy

Yet another fascinating example of why you should never let your friends use the clone tool.

This is my tribute to my good friend Darth Lamont

I must crush you

Is it me or is this women afflicted with tinyheaditis? The tricks people will pull to make their electronics look smaller...creepy. I'd watch out for this lady if I were you...she could crush her own head with one hand.

You will not panic until you are ordered to panic

RIP Don Adams
1923 - 2005



http://www.abc.net.au/worldtoday/content/2005/s1469532.htm
http://tvnz.co.nz/view/page/411749/614352
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/09/27/BAG4OEUDL41.DTL

A childhood TV hero of mine, Mr. Adams taught me it's OK to be a bumbling agent. My family always came together to watch Get Smart. We still use his catchphrases to this day.

Schnell!

An old friend of mine once heard that you can measure the stress level of a society by the smallest unit of time that it measures. Think about that for 6x10¹⁸ attoseconds.

I'm still settling into the apt. here. I've not really explored the wilderness out here (aka. sand). I'll probably head to Lake Mead (aka. The Lake) some fine morn and do a little fishing.

If knowing is half the battle, then what is the other half? Pork chop sandwiches?

Morning Glory

Ah, Sunday morning at work. Good things about the early shift include riding my bike to work with zero traffic and a fine brisk wind. Bad things include the realization that most people stay up late on Saturday, and a subset of those folks are also very loud.

Speaking of Wayne Newton, I get to pass by his house anytime I want some Arby's Roast Beef. How many people can say that!? Well, it's not as fun as giving a high-five to Michael Stipe on the way to the grocer, but it's in there somewhere.

I hear tell of a house around here that was built to look exactly like the house on the Simpsons. It's been repainted and an old lady lives there (who won the contest but never has seen the show). I'll have to pop by for a hidely-ho neighborino.
http://www.lasvegassun.com/dossier/misc/simpsons/

Funniest thing read today:
"Jim, it's the pon farr, doncha know."

Viva Las Vegas

I seem to have found myself in a strange new place, filled with lights and tourists. I've taken a job in Las Vegas, one of the fastest growing cities in the U.S. It's like Orlando, but here Mickey Mouse has a lounge act and a gambling problem. Oh, and there is no water. None at all. We all squeeze Wayne Newton for moisture, but he's almost tapped out.

The job is fun and interesting, but this kind of city life is a bit different than Atlanta and certainly different than Athens. For one, I have not been roughed up by any trees lately. And I don't start sweating when I open a window.

Oh, and Slurpees. SLURPEES!

No place to sit

1. Steal Mike's bicycle seat.
2.
3. Profit

This is the only motivation I can think of when trying to comprehend why someone would steal my bicycle seat.

Hope you like nutrigrain Gel-Farts, Mr. fancypants thief-guy.