I just saw an ad for the potty dance. I have no idea what brand of diapers it was for.
Merritt always wants me to write on this thing. I tell her I write all day at work, so I don't really want to write when I get home, but I'll try to appease her here.
I went outside to for a vision quest. A lot of stuff was moving around in our forest. Probably turkeys, we have a lot of wild turkeys around here. The moon is bright enough out there that it seems to dim out lamba orionis, the head of Orion. Orion is the best constellation, the rest (save the big dipper) are all posers. I may lack vision. By the way, if you don't follow stellar astrophysics, Orion's right shoulder (on the left from our view) is Betelgeuse (Bettlejuice--at least that is how I pronouce it), a red supergiant with a diameter greater than the diameter of the orbit of Mars. If that is not cool enough the middle star of Orion's belt is M42, the Orion Nebula. Thanks Star Hustler (remember that guy on PBS at like 3:00 in the morning before the national anthem?)!
Speaking of posers, what's up with Bear Grylls? Why is he always climbing stuff? Does rock climbing seem like the best option in a survival situation? Then he taunts a giant centipede, if he had eaten it it would have been one thing, but he doesn't. And then he took water from a section of rapids to drink. Doesn't he know that is where all of the junk from the bottom is stirred up into the drinking water? Les Stroud kicks Bear's ass.
I highly recommend this movie, but just for the music: