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Pre-Holiday Levity

OK. So Ken seems to think I’m thinking too hard on a holiday weekend here. I can dig it.

Since I’m on call today and have to do some work, and Gorgeous and I agreed to paint the study in what time I do have available today, I’m just going to leave you with a little levity to make you smile.

DilbertDilbert is one of my favorite comics and Saturday’s definitely was right down my alley. Before you click on the link, you should know that it involves a new character named “Stinky Pete”.

OK. Here’s the link to the Dilbert strip from Saturday.

The fact that I found it totally hysterical says something about the twisted nature of my mind.

You have been warned!

Enjoy!

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July 3, 2006   No Comments

Who’da Thunk It?

Goof off online during my lunch break and I find out I shoulda been Spiderman. Who’da thunk it?

You are Spider-Man
Spider-Man
80%
Hulk
75%
Green Lantern
70%
Superman
65%
Iron Man
45%
Supergirl
40%
The Flash
40%
Batman
40%
Wonder Woman
35%
Robin
30%
Catwoman
30%
You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.


Click here to take the “Which Superhero are you?” quiz…

With great power comes
great responsibility.

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May 19, 2006   4 Comments

Stuff On My Cat

Didn’t know it but I needed a good laugh.

I went poking around the Technorati top 100 blogs and I stumbled on a real prize.

Now before you get to the good stuff, we need to make sure you’ve all met Fat Boy & Low Rider. And they seem to be aiming better these days, by the way. Gorgeous (a.k.a. the Cat Whisperer) was right about that one. Thanks for the prayers.

Early on I also made a Case for Cats as more manly pets than dogs. Now I realize the whole thing is debatable, and I might even be a touch insecure about the stereotypical image often associated with male cat owners. But I’m secure enough to write about it here, which says something, doesn’t it?

Anyway I like our cats mostly because they chronically make me laugh. Which brings me back to tonight’s treat.

Stuff On My Cat is a hoot. Mario Garza created this blog in a flash of true brilliance. Cat lovers and cat haters should both love the humiliations these cats endure.

And if these cat’s don’t put a smile on your face, you’ve been dipped in pickle juice!

Now back to work! (At least for me…)

Enjoy!

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PLEASE NOTE!

On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be
01:02:03 04/05/06.

That won’t ever happen again.

You may now return to your life.

(Thanks to Johnny M. for bringing this to my attention)

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Too Many Butterflies

There are an awful lot of butterflies out this year. I don’t have any scientific proof for this. I’m just judging by the numbers that are smashing themselves against my windshield at 75 mph. They are so big that I can see them coming. I end up doing this weird head bob, gyration thing as if I could somehow steer them into missing. If someone in a car passing beside me at that moment were to look over and see my little butterfly dance, they’d be sure to think I’m whacked.

I really hate it when butterflies hit the windshield. I mean they do tend spread pretty colors around the glass with all their guts. Even though they are colorful smears, they’re pretty big and really make a mess when the wipers spread them around. Sometimes they pass by at a near miss and don’t make a mess in my field of view.

The trouble is that they are big enough that I can often see them in the rearview mirror after they pass by. I’ll see them fall straight down into the pavement behind me. Sometimes I’ll even see the wings flap. As a former aviator, I know those steep impact crashes aren’t going to be walked away from. It’s depressing.

And then there’s the scraping them off the windshield at the gas station. There’s nothing worse then pulling up to tank up and find the station doesn’t have any of those little squeegee things. Unless it’s reaching for one only to find they are all drier than my yard after two weeks with no rain. (I’ve heard they make this thing called a sprinkler…)

How are you supposed clean off the butterfly guts with a dry bones squeegee? And there’s no way you can get the job done with a little Windex and a paper towel when you get home.

Bottom line is there are just too many butterflies this year.

September 26, 2005   No Comments