I like me some spring

I do. I'm really enjoying spring. The weather is more to my taste ("not frigid" is a pretty good description of my taste). I can open windows. It's refreshing.

My wife is enjoying the weather as well. Where my thumbs are pasty-pale, however, hers are green. She has done quite the fantastic job at beautifying our quaint (read: minuscule) backyard with myriad growing things. I took a few pictures..


More pictures to follow...eventually.

Along with these growing things, I like meat. Consequently, as a result, I recently fired up the grill that Chelsea and I received last year. My parental units came over and a good time was had by all...and good burgers were had by all...but most importantly, good burgers were had by me.


My Weber may not be all shiny and char-tastic, but it works for me.


Madly Hatter

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


by Lewis Carroll

Run away or die

I saw a news blurb on this a couple months ago. Apparently, the powers that be decided that the sign indicating dangerous radiation was not explicit enough; wasn't getting the message across. Thus, they upgraded from this:



To this:


I'm glad that we've cleared this matter up.

So remember, always run away from skeletons when being bombarded with radiation.

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"I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of that is -- 'Be what you would seem to be' -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- 'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.'"