Cool.

I just realized I forgot to share the highlight of my trip to Providence, RI a few months ago: the Russian Sub Museum. It was pretty cool touring a former enemy sub, but cooler still was the T-shirt: “Our museum can sink your museum.”

Here’s a picture of me deep in the bowels of the fire-control system.

(As usual, click the thumbnail for full-size fire control.)

I ride in a lot of cabs, going either to or from the airport. Most of them have the same sign plastered on the don’t-shoot-the-driver plexiglass panel: “Ask driver if you need help with your seatbelt.” So I always do.

So far, apparently, I don’t need help. At least not with my seatbelt.

>>Tasteless joke involving pedophelia deleted.<<<

This will be of interest to no one but myself, but I’m posting it because it’ll be of interest to myself next year.

Assuming Valley College doesn’t do a show again, the hot ticket for fireworks viewing is CBS’s Radford Studio show. Stake out a spot on Colfax at the NW end of the bridge over the wash, bring chairs, get there around 8:15, park in the bus stop, show starts at about 8:50.

Leaving this note for myself here assumes, of course, that the internet will be around next year. And that I’ll be around to read the note. And that I’ll have a computer. And an internet connection. And etc.

All these things are much more likely than the chance that I’ll actually remember this on my own.

Go to www.google.com, type “weapons of mass destruction”, click the I’m Feeling Lucky button.

Funny.

Yesterday’s entry was posted from a pay-as-you-go web browser at DFW airport during a layover on my way home. Interestingly, when I tried to view the posted entry, Pie was blocked; these pages had been “filtered for content.”

Fuckers.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Elvis tattoo has left the building!

I am America’s Coffee Bitch. Every office I work in, I’m the guy who has to make coffee because it’s down to the dregs when I get there. Aliso Viejo, CA; San Antonio, TX; Dallas, TX; Utica, NY; Syracuse, NY; West Palm Beach, FL; Memphis, TN; Las Vegas, NV; Wheeling, WV; Providence, RI; Salt Lake City, UT; and now Akron, OH — NObody knows how to make coffee anywhere, it’s always me. So I always make coffee, just so I can have some.

No, no, don’t thank me.

A rare funny line was heard in tonight’s Sex and the City:

Berger comes into the bedroom to find Carrie waiting for him in bed holding a pair of maribou slippers and says,

“What’s that you’ve got there, some kind of pet?”

Killed me.