Blog vs. Yard. Sorry. The yard’s been calling. 1) Nothing is wrong. 2) Although I can’t think of any stupid jokes off the top of my head. 3) But one’s bound to hit me eventually.

Joke. Via Joe. An engineer walks up to the gates of heaven, but St. Peter says, “I don’t see you on the guest list, so I can’t let you in.” The engineer shrugs, goes to hell, gets in (of course), and starts rebuilding the place, with air conditioning, etc. God finds out about this and

Note to self: (I’m working, very slowly, on learning HTML etc. The answer to your question is: yes, eventually, now bugger off.) Free clip-art for practice: The Free Graphics Store.

Project. The Internet Book List project is trying to complile reviews of books and recommendations. A worthy project…demaning more shelf-space, of course. Note: I already found a series I want to read: Artemis Fowl, by Eoin Colfer. The reviewer said, “Artemis Fowl is the Harry Potter of the fairy world although more scheming, devious and

Review. The Man of Maybe Half-a-Dozen Faces, by Ray Vukcevich. Oh. I just checked this on Amazon, and it’s out of print. This is a crime. I picked this up at the East Library in Colorado Springs, which has a permanent library sale room, and has become my tiny little used-book store of choice. The

LOTR II. Joe and I went to the Two Towers at the IMAX. Oooh.

War. Probably I should just keep my mouth shut, but there you go. I’d like to accomplish the supposed goals that the Iraqi war would attempt to accomplish. I think Saddam–if not just a frontman for larger interests–has been trying to undermine UN authority for decades; I think his efforts are escalating; I think it’s

Note to self: The SF Site best books of the year are here.

Review. Daredevil. Screw it. Don’t call it a review; it’s just a ramble I’m typing out while my sinusus prevent me from thinking straight. In order to get out of the house for a bit last night, I went to Daredevil. I haven’t read the comics, shame on me. I tell you right off it

Some links. This is bad. One of my purposes here has been to focus on original content, and here I am, putting up words and now…links. Well. Librarian Pick-up lines. “My mom was a librarian, she taught me everyone should have access to my stacks.” Via Bookslut. My kinda place. And more on the unrelated-to-sex