Time. It flies. 2 years ago today I started this stupid website.
231 posts in 731 days, averaging 2 per week.
51,801 words typed.
264 outbound links.
I counted all of that tonight.
Without further ado, here is my newest update:



Tonight we are situated near the world's largest teepee. The spirits are floating overhead as the Perseid meteor showers would be clearly visible tonight if not for my obstructed view of the edge of town from my hotel room window - which consists of urban sprawl big box stores being constructed right before my eyes. Beyond that there is flat land for miles. If a meteor breaks through the atmosphere intact tonight and lands in my vicinity, would it be wrong to feel demented and hope it lands not in the open fields?

When driving into the city looking in my rearviewmirror while at the light that tells me to stop or go, my shades hide my eyes from the blaring sun. They don't hide my eyes from the person in the truck behind me mouthing along the words to a not so accidental hit song. My ears wish they were hiding from the song as the radio blares on the same frequency in both of our cars when I see him mutter "Come on, Come on" in unison with the sounds from my speaker. Seeing the father lipsync the song while the kid is in the back with his Shrek doll, I wonder why I see and hear so much about a sequel to a movie I've never seen when I voluntary remove myself from the vices of television and media magazines.

It almost makes me vomit to somehow know that Kirsten and Jake broke up recently but I cannot tell you what most of my friends or family are going through. This is not intentional. Who has time?

Who Owns What (link courtesy of American Girl)



The bridge above is the world's largest of a kind. A local resident commented to me that it was also a favourite spot for the old swan dive. Nonetheless, it was a great landmark of a once widely used means of transportation before high speed internet and time travel devices were invented and I'm glad to have seen it in person.

I have a vast collection of postcards with no forwarding addresses on them. Perhaps I will just start writing to random people I find in the phonebook and one year tell them that they should revisit their cards and try to find the others as they will all complete a puzzle of stunning magnitude when reading them in the same room.



It amazes me that during an election year most people will be consumed with assuring themselves and the people around them about who they are going to vote for months before the actual vote, yet don't see the issues going on during those days as clearly as they should. It is like starting a new year over. Happy New Year! Things are going to change now! Then it all goes to shit again. Yes, this is a pompous statement. Yes, it is an assuming statement. There are no resolutions here.

False Reality Exposed Here. Look carefully and appear smug when retracing your steps.

Iraq beat the Euro 2004 finalists Portugal in Olympic soccer today. Go figure.

On another note, we should let everyone dope themselves as much as they want for the Olympics. The real Olympic flame is whimpering in a cave somewhere and hiding for another day. I want a medal.



I am proven wrong from time to time. Sometimes life can be a beer commercial as displayed from the picture I was sent above.

Click Here For Your New Bed. It even has an entertainment system so you can watch Shrek while under attack.

Sweet Dreams.