Disputing Darwin...

...by my very existence...

Congratulations to the Dolphin Guy!

I had my students read about him a few months ago, and now he's all grown up!

I Am the Egg Man

Enough women wouldn't let us use their eggs, you see, so we had to start using cow eggs infused with human DNA to test stem cells for human diseases. And then, when we killed the embryo, we were just killing a cow one, not a human one. Why are you people so disturbed?

The Boys...in Blue...

Why, Mickey, What Big Teeth You Have!

The mouse-burglar.

Please Don't Try to Protect Me...

"Feeding by hand is not species-appropriate but a gross violation of animal-protection laws," animal-rights activist Frank Albrecht was quoted as saying...
"The zoo must kill the bear."

The Same Thing I Found Annoying about "National Treasure..."

I'm a bit put off by museums that don't let you touch things. Oil paintings? They're leaping out, screaming, "Touch me! Feel my texture! Amber waves of grain? Sea billows rolling? My very consistency is part of my conveyance!"

I don't know how I could handle this. The Word of God? Millennia old? Can you imagine?

Fingers on the yellowy surface. Index finger tracing the lines penned so meticulously by a forefather--one of my spiritual ancestors.

Like the oil, the ink--when touched--becomes a part of you. And you...become a part...of the history...

Gore-y Movie

Not Exactly First Class

There aren't many pit stops available on a 4K mile trip over the Middle East. What do you do when a woman dies mid-flight? Perhaps the featured commenter of this article would rather have stopped off at Baghdad International.

Definitely Something Different

I have no idea why, but this DQ commercial makes me laugh...both times I've seen it.

Do you know why I like it?

AH, This One's for You!

If I get my kayak into one of these puddles while there's still ice and snow on it, I am TOO a "real" kayaker! White water? There you go!

Look at the clouds just along the horizon line and in the top left corner of my windshield. See the black specks? Geese. This was before I felt compelled to close my sunroof.

I'm _Chandler?_

Run, Little Turkeys--Run! "Caution" Flashes across the Sky...Like the Batman Sign

Last summer, my father told me about a culvert he'd kayaked through on his way to "the Other Side" of a local water system. KD and I checked it out but found more spiderwebs than water in the tubes. We did, however, find a fantastically huge turtle. KD tried to...catch it? I have no idea what she would have done with it. It's interesting enough to watch her haul her dog in over the side, midwater--can't imagine what she would have done with a snapper!

Today, I checked on the water KD had updated me on earlier in the week. Yup. High. Now there's hardly room for a kayak to get underneath the top of the culvert. (Every time I look at these melting waterways, I wonder about current speed and overhead clearance...and if it's possible to get decapitated while kayaking.)

I saw geese off to the west and tried to find their landing strip...as close as I could, without being a crow. Thousands of them were flapping on the water and cascading into and out of the sky. It was amazing.

In wonder, I kept driving. I saw some trucks parked near a rise and wondered what they were looking at. More goose-appreciators? I pulled over to the side and stopped.

I probably shouldn't have been surprised when I saw the man in camouflage. Shouldn't have been shocked at his methodical steps and attentive posture. Or the gun in his hand.

I still sat there and watched--rolled down my windows and slid back my sunroof. The sky held so many birds that the clouds looked like Holsteins. And then I heard the thud of the gunshot.

My head swiveled around...and up. Back to ground level--where was the hunter? Up to the sky. Where was the bird? I slid my sunroof back as quickly as its little motor would allow. The odds weren't good, but I could envision a bloody, flopping goose in my lap--and that wouldn't be good, either.

A mile south, I found myself back on the main highway. West was the next direction of pursuit. I debated checking out the ice coverage on the ponds to my southwest, but realized that nature was calling in ways other than through its beauty. A mile farther west, I turned north to take a less roundabout route. Hitting a washboard road, I realized it was very good to be on my way home.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Down came the rains...

Er, away melted the snow.

Love these pics. Paddling to work is a problem? Look at the guy's smile... However, if I were his wife, I'd want my turn in the boat.

Contented Sigh

It makes my heart smile.

But isn't it a bit ironic that the lead warning is attached to this merchandise in particular?

Viva la Carne!

Viva! is a dynamic organization campaigning on
behalf of animals killed for food.

Um...is that a bit...redundant? Why else would you kill animals?

Global Warning

If Al had been around during an ice age, who would he have blamed for the melting?

Extreme Capitalism

Our government sells air? Seriously!

Digital broadcast signals take up less spectrum, so once broadcasters make
the transition it will free up a big chunk of the airwaves and allow the
government to auction it off and dedicate some of it to public safety.

Thhhhhaat's All, Folks...

Finality.

There's something about the visual of this that's...well, rather final.

What's left?

This is the state to which the majority of us will go. I know this isn't the end spiritually, but what impact is left on earth?

I don't have children. Did she?

No one went looking for her?

Moving off the life lesson and on to the scientific...what happened to the rest of her?

Maybe that was a life lesson ponderation, after all. What happened to those 80-some years?

No, Uh, Comment...

Wonder if SHE Complained?

Officer, my pot's been stolen--again!

Oooh--a challenge...

21 days without complaining? Can I do it?

Can you?

Does this mean no blogging? ;)

Does it mean no driving? [Sigh.]

Or does it just mean looking at things differently...as I once used to?

Sexist Clocks

I (and the rest of my gender) must wait for May. But wouldn't this be awesome? Go to the demos. My favorites are the second one in the first column and the last three in the second column.

Flipping Politics

Vote to end the war, and we'll give you money for your state. Not just any money, but drought-relief funding.

Not doing so well, you say? A few years of drought? And you need this money? Well...that's just unfortunate, isn't it...

Pedophiles in Church

So, uh, yeah. What would Jesus's people do?

Thinking about this messed up soul, my heart opens. Picturing faces of my friend's little children--the ones I would, if necessary, kill for--my arms are crossed. And my soul still aches.

Where Do You Get _Your_ News From?

Save Ferris!

Eight days. With the exception of three trips to the clinic, I have been home for eight days straight. The couch has been my friend; my bed has been my companion. Today, I introduced myself to my recliner. It was glad to see me.

There was light on Wednesday (including a moment of euphoria when work was called off for the following day due to weather), though it passed quickly. I was conscious all day yesterday and played three games of Internet Scrabble with Stan and the Great and Tall One. Today, it sets in again.

On an interesting note: try showering with your hand in a bag, rubber band around your wrist. (This is to protect the gauze that's protecting your IV catheter. Don't have one? We're pretending. Track with me here!) Make sure it's your dominant hand that's all wrapped up. Be sure to keep it dry. Go try it. I'll wait.

I Thought the Swiss Were Neutral

But now they're invading Liechtenstein. Probably using those little knives...