Thursday
I had a good “No Bad News Day” at work. There weren’t any curveballs and I didn’t have to put out any fires; that’s a “good day” in anyone’s book. And, to add to the good mood of the day, and her coworker, Jocelyn, invited me out for lunch; we went to Dask’s. They seemed to enjoy the food.

After work, I went to see Fantastic 4 with and a couple friends of his; the friends had an extra ticket and DM knows of my affinity for comic book-related properties. The movie combined elements of the classic FF with the Ultimate Universe FF and it did a good job of telling the origin story. (For those who are interested, Broken Frontier has a brief column on the history of the FF). I liked it; and his friends aren’t comic aficionados and they said that they liked it, as well. It was a fun movie – not as light as Spider-Man while not as dark/toned-down as X-Men. I give it a thumbs-up with an okay.

Random Access
All this time we’re shuffling and laying out all our cards
While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards
All this time we’re hoping and praying we all might learn
While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn

Dream of a Peaceable Kingdom
Dream of a time without war
The ones we wish would hear us
Have heard it all before
     – “Peaceable Kingdom,” Rush (from “Vapor Trails”)

The day’s news has been filled with stories about the bombings in London. There’s not much that I can really add to what has already been said. I was reminded of how I felt when I heard about the World Trade Tower attacks. I suppose that people who have been to the sites of today’s bombings felt similarly.

Stray Toasters

  • I was talking with and, through a number of odd twists, turns and tangents, we wound up talking about Morgan Freeman. This spun into me mentioning that if I get to pick the avatar for God, he’d be Morgan Freeman. The conversation reminded me of a post a made a couple of years ago about who would be in my version of Heaven.
  • Those who know about my obsession will understand   –   
  • I forgot to mention something on Sunday: As we were leaving the restaurant (following dinner with ), I saw something that I never would have expected to see: A semi-tractor…. blinged out with spinning rims. All that I could do was to stare in disbelief. (I failed my saving throw.)
  • From the Baltimore City Paper: The Culler of Money
  • From the Salt Lake City Weekly: Mean Streets
  • static on your frequency
    electrical storm in your veins
    raging at unreachable glory
    straining at invisible chains

  • “Hey, Dorble! How do I get the water to work?” –
  • Saturday. Bike. Jordan River Parkway – northbound (again).

Namaste.