Dashed Dreams

O crushed spirit, The Dude has foresaken me. So sometime this spring I wandered upon what may be the greates social event of a lifetime, only to find that I had missed it. I found that some dudes had gathered together to bowl, drink white russians and celebrate the glory that is “The Big Lebowski”….

Sunset: A Study In Time

Here is my first foray into time-lapsed digital photography. Be warned. The video file is over 100k, so you may be staring at a blank whiteness for a moment. At the risk of being foresaken by my wife, I took nearly 100 pictures a few evenings ago at 10 second intervals. My wife, Miranda Kopfschmertzen,…

How Rad the Internet Is

I shall now put to rest the claim that the Internet is frivolous and useless. Granted: 90%+ of the content out there is sheer crap. However this is how rad the Internet is: If you are a regular visitor to this site (90% of which is utter rubish) you may have read out the glorious…

Just Another Moustache Monday

Yesterday was The Mushpot’s Moustache Monday. Here’s a quick recap. At my office the room I work in is lovingly dubbed “The Mushpot”. In the Mushpot there are five people who work regularly (and sometimes a sixth person, Y). Of these worker bees only Clamhead is a woman. (Poor Clamhead.) Last week Clamhead was on…

Jupiter BAM!

Finally a clear night with which to ponder the cosmos. It seems on the last night of June, the perpetual June Gloom decided to come to a close for the time being, thus ushering in July. (As far as I know, July has no mood that is commonly associated with it, hence I knew not…