Billy the Martian

I liked this even better than the other one:

Greatest Hits Request Of The Week:
Even more telling than the human shields scramming out of town is the alarming failure of recent “naked protests” to get naked. Many of my fellow warmongers have mocked the nude protests mounted by the women of California’s Marin County, cruelly pointing out that many of the bits on show are excessively flabby and saggy. But I’ll take what’s on offer. If we have to have an incoherent, self-loathing “peace” movement, then women showing off their hooters in support of a culture that would stone them to death for showing off their ankles is about as good as it’s gonna get.

Oooh, this is good. Jabber needed this. Google just got behind Jabber as the protocol for Google Talk. This will make Jabber much more useful, since networks are useful in proportion to the number of folks using them.

Google Talk Available Early

P.s. If you give this a whirl, my Jabber ID is bill.ohanlon >at< gmail.com

This Steyn fella has a pretty sharp wit:

‘Peace Mom’s’ marriage a metaphor for Dems:

I got a big chuckle out of this:

They’re not children in Iraq; they’re grown-ups who made their own decision to join the military. That seems to be difficult for the left to grasp. Ever since America’s all-adult, all-volunteer army went into Iraq, the anti-war crowd have made a sustained effort to characterize them as “children.” If a 13-year-old wants to have an abortion, that’s her decision and her parents shouldn’t get a look-in. If a 21-year-old wants to drop to the broadloom in Bill Clinton’s Oval Office, she’s a grown woman and free to do what she wants. But, if a 22- or 25- or 37-year-old is serving his country overseas, he’s a wee “child” who isn’t really old enough to know what he’s doing.

Here’s a shot of my deer stand. It was originally built on a dead tree, but the tree has rotted and collapsed.

Technically, the name of this stand is “Dad’s Stand”, and given the source of the name, it should be promoted to “Grandpa’s Stand”, but since I’m the one who uses it first each year, maybe it’s correctly named.

I’m playing. Looks like Ecto thinks it can save my iPhoto pics to the blog. Let’s try it.

This is what happens when you hand the camera to Molly.

Deep Purple. We didn’t get up close.

Check out Plazes

It’s a location-based service. If you’re wirelessly connected, you can let your friends know where you are. Also helpful for people being stalked by scary bunny-boiling ex-girlfriends, but the price is right.

Real people talk this way?

tempt311: holla
tempt311: right on pimp daddy, i gots to go
tempt311: jealous
tempt311: so have fun with yourself
tempt311: hahaha
tempt311: oh, and keep it real
tempt311: peace

(These were all in response to a simple “hahaha”)

One of the things I got done recently was to use some good Applescript scripts to fix up my music collection. The names were all messed up, because I’d used different chunks of software to rip my CD collection over the past few years, and apparently I didn’t always do the right thing with MP3 tags.

Anyway, check out Doug’s Scripts if you’re in the same situation.

So, it’s been a busy weekend. I’d tried to have other plans, but I failed miserably.

I’m sitting in front of a fire on my patio. It’s the most pleasant evening outside that I can ever remember, and I’m using my birthday present. Patrice got me one of those tables that converts to a firepit for my birthday, and it took a few months to arrive. This is the third time it’s been used, and it’s the only time I’ve used it by myself. (The blondes are out visiting Chicago and relatives in Wisconsin.)

There’s nothing better than sitting outside on a lovely day, drinking beers and looking at a fire. I’ll go get the camera so you can enjoy it.