Joining the insanity

Official NaNoWriMo 2005 Participant

So I’ve decided to give it a whirl this year, and join Danno and fifty thousand others at taking a crack at churning out 50,000 words in 30 days. Should be fun. Blogging may drop off considerably.
Think you have a novel in you that’s just dying to get out in the thirty days of November? Join us.

“I have overactive sweat glands.”

AOL is still a crappy way to Internet, in my not-so-humble opinion, but their latest commercial (“Too much information”) had me in stitches.

French military victories

  1. Go to Google.
  2. In the search box, type “French military victories.”
  3. Click the “I’m Feeling Lucky” button.
    [Via Tommy.]

Don’t screw with the librarian

Damien shared this gem with me via instant message. I had no words other than, “That is totally awesome.”

One Man

My wife and Tom both told me about Charles Ross’s One Man Star Wars. The video clip sealed it for me; if I find myself in NYC, I’ll definitely have to see this, or his new One Man Lord of the Rings.

Zoorific!

Our tyke had his first trip to a zoo yesterday. The weather was fabulous, so we trucked on down to the Fort Worth Zoo for a day with some friends and their son, who is just a few weeks younger than our tot.

Riding the Dragon
Click on the photo to see the entire picture set.

Happy Birthday, Tom

Thanks to Tiff for noting Tom’s birthday for the rest of us.

It’s about time

Tom asked, and Tiff said yes. I confess to being one of those who knew of Tom’s plan ahead of time, but that’s mostly because I’ve been annoying him about it for…well, a while. Though he had described the ring to me, I had not yet seen a photo of it. A fine job, my friend.
Tom’s plans were certainly more romantic than mine, but then my beloved knew it was coming. (Not at the exact moment it came, mind you, but it was something we had been talking about.) I like that the first person to know of their engagement was the park ranger; for us, it was our waitress at dinner an hour or so after I asked.
Having been through the big wedding thing, I proffer this advice to Tiffany, who is already stressing: skip it. Take the money and run. Small, small, small, family and very close friends. I won’t even sniffle over not getting an invitation. (Though an excuse to go to DC/Cali/wherever would be nice.)
Congratulations you two, and may God bless you with a lifetime of happiness together.

Cute, but not that cute

Something amusing I read in RD, courtesy of BizRate Research:

56% of women and 41% of men say their pets are more affectionate than their partners.
Our cats and dog can be pretty affectionate, but I would hesitate to say more so than my wife. She may feel differently about me.
45% of women say their pets are cuter than their partners; 24% of men feel the same way.
Our male cat, Zane, who is an all-grey short-hair, is gorgeous. My wife keeps insisting I should find a pet model agent for him. Our other cat and the dog are cute, but I would honestly say they don’t compare to Zane.
But the animals being cuter than my wife? I’m not stupid. (Contrary to what you might think…)

Happy Birthday, ST

Today, the SuperToad turns…well, another year older. We’ll just leave it at that. Happy Birthday, Brian!