Dispatch from the Midwest

Wow, the closer you get to the Midwest the more retarded you become :) From Shannon:

"Yesterday I spend the morning on my Treo: work, work, work… I stopped for a minute and went to use my stylus. Hmmm, can’t find it. looked through all my bags and coat pockets. No luck.

Oh well, on to the plane to Minneapolis. Fly to Minneapolis

Off the plane and across the terminal and to the bar… work some more. Where the hell did that stylus go?!?

Then grab a cup of hot chocolate and head to where I board the plane to Grand Forks.

Go to bathroom and happen to look in the mirror: Nice. I spent 10 hours with a stylus horn yesterday. Worst unicorn ever. Feel free to make fun of me."

Why can't you turn and face me?

Probably not a real great statement on my mental health, but man this song resonates with me.

BTW, the lyrics on this page are wrong. We'll catch you = look at you.

I'm making a 1:1 scale model of myself in snow..

One piece at a time. Here is the first stage:

W.... T.... F......

Wait.... Umm.... Ok..... Seriously, WTF?

One Question

Why can't we get this to happen to civilian "Hummers"?

YouTube - Spiders On Drugs

That is some funny shit right there.

Test from mobile

Windows Mobile User? You want this

VERY useful. Allowed me to edit the phones registry to fix a soft key assignment problem I had.

Ancient latrine fuels debate at Qumran

No way. "The excrement traces were found underground — meaning the feces had been buried, as required by Essene law — a nine-minute walk uphill from the settlement."

9 minutes uphill to "drop the kids off at the pool"?