Perhaps it's my tendency to anthropomorphizing....

...but when I'm at the dentist, this light always looks like a tiny stick man with a very bright head beating on my mouth with his tiny, angry arms.  Ow....

Sorry, guys....

Heard from E. I'm heading to the Berkshires on July 2nd for the entire month. So I'm missing the Ann Arbor trip this year.

Well, I can't make heads or tails of this....

...but, supposedly, someone can.  The upshot is that of the four rotator cuff muscles, one is fine, two have small rips, and one has a big tear. None are ripped all the way through. Also I have a badly inflamed (or something) biceps tendon, light-to-moderate arthritis, and am showing signs of developing adhesive capsulitis (frozen shoulder) which I had before on the other side. So nothing is that horrible, I just have a lot of moderately bad things that are compounding each other. I'm supposed to go to another guy who, I guess, does shoulder surgery to get his opinion. The carousel continues....  Pictures are pretty cool, though.

Nationals beat the Orioles

It really is a lovely ball park.  Here you can see one of the Nat's winning traditions; they win little enough, so it's nice to see that they even HAVE winning traditions.  If you look just below the big "W" clock, you can see a tiny figure brandishing an American flag: also blown up on the scoreboard screen.  That's Screech, the energetic Nat's mascot, perched ever so high and waving the flag for all he's worth.  It's actually kind of neat and gives me the willies to think of standing way up there in a costume you can barely see out of and waving, essentially, a giant sail in windy conditions. He's probably tethered somehow, but still.

I thought had a good picture of Katie cheering rowdily in her Nat's gear, but when I looked at it later a blurry fat woman had somehow interjected herself in the photo. Too blurry to be funny, even. Damn.

Mississippi Mud!

Here is a link to the only known recorded performance of Kate as a Coconut Girl. Known to me, at least. She's a little flirty. Cute!

Michelle!

Has she passed me yet?

Local Horrorshow Stultifies Crowd!

Dateline Santa Clara, CA --- A nationally known satirical troupe was brought to its collective knees last night by a giggling, tedious, self-aggrandizing local television personality. So destroyed by the mincing idiocy issuing from the stage was the audience, that they regarded the unfortunate pack of comedians with the sort of jaundiced eye normally reserved for child molesters and altar thieves. All this just for being associated with Senora Slatternly Bimbo, as the cast eventually dubbed her. The performers are now recovering in transit back to the east coast.

Dulles' fancy new subway system...

...takes WAY longer than their old, much-maligned, 'People Mover' system. "Dulles: Where Inconvenience is not a Design Flaw, it's a Feature!"

A pan question...

I think I want to get an iron skillet so I can pan sear something and then stick the pan straight into the oven. Is an iron skillet something you could/shouldn't get used? I see them at Goodwill sometime. Are there pluses, minuses? Is an iron skillet just an iron skillet, or is some iron better? Questions, questions..

The Barns at Wolf Trap

Did a show here all summer with the young Columbians in '78 or '79. Geeeezer! :)

Kate: Scourge of Olives!

You can see why they're scared.

I know I'm not mechanically inclined....

...but I still love this old-timey video that actually makes me understand what a differential is and how it works.  I think this link skips to the middle of the video where the explanation starts. Otherwise you have to wade through some curious Synchronized Motorcycle Police performances.  Although they use the policemen circling in formation as a bridge to describe the problem that the differential addresses.

Can you believe I'm talking about a differential?  Ha!  Oh, the picture isn't a movie.  The link is the movie.  Have a nice day, y'all!

Johanna mystifies a small Mexican child with her rapid-fire texting

Oh, there's definitely trouble at the Weenie Beenie

Shit goin' DOWN in the ghettos of Shirlington....if such a thing can be conceived of...

A Day Late...

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OK, I've haven't tried embedding YouTube video before, so this may end up being gibberish. But if it works, above should be a pretty funny Mother's Day video.

Love you, Mom!

Thanks, Mom

For everything, always. Happy Mother's Day. I love you.

Got the haircut...

...now all I need is the shave.

Movie: on the bike trail

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Found a new bike path that's half beautiful. I just have to face one direction and then I can pretend I'm somewhere nice. Until I turn my head, of course. Click the button, Mom! Love ya!

On the job training....

What you CAN see is the signals are out at this semi-major Glebe Road intersection. What you CANNOT see is the backhoe off to the left that seems to have hit a utility pole.  What you CAN see is what I presume is the backhoe operator attempting to cover for the traffic light he has just rendered inoperable. What you CANNOT see is how bad he was at it and how, scant seconds after this, the entire intersection was in upheaval, wrongly directed, with placid elderly women foaming at the mouth in inchoate rage at the various levels of ineptitude on display, and a really sarcastic bus driver with a booming voice like a foggy Godzilla..  At first I was ticked off, but the intersection-wide rebellion was quite amusing.

Beckman Auditorium, CalTech

Been doing shows here since 1992: I think my longest continuous venue.

The show's running order

The things I'm in are marked in pink. I have WAY more pink than anyone else. That means I can keep being a mouthy asshole for a while. Yay! I get to be myself!

Some random California

A little Ventura oceanfront and old-town Pasadena.