Fringe

There’s a new sci-fi / action / drama series on Fox called Fringe. It’s a little like a combination of X-Files + Lost. I happened to catch the first two episodes and it looks pretty good An FBI agent, a mad scientist, and the scientist’s son team up to solve crimes and mysteries that involve extreme technology bordering on the edge of the paranormal. These mysteries are all somehow connected together as part of the big picture referred to as “The Pattern”. Only a couple mysterious people seem to know anything about The Pattern and they don’t reveal much.

But I have figured out an important clue. When they break for commercials they show different images on the screen. The images appear to be something normal, but with a twist: A handprint with 6 fingers, a leaf with geometric shapes in its “veins”, etc. But my favorite image is the frog. Take a look.

That’s an interesting design on its back.
Dream Theater is part of The Pattern!

Itching To Ride

I’m no Boy Scout. The only knots I can tie are my shoes and a neck tie. I don’t know an Elm tree from a Birch tree. Unfortunately I also don’t know a geranium from poison oak.

There is apparently poison-something along the Swanson Park mountain bike course. My arms and legs are pretty well covered. It sucks. WebMD says you can use over the counter creams to relieve the itching, but the rash can last for up to two weeks.

:-( Rock off.

The good news is it’s not contagious so no need to fear, Ladies, you are still able to seek comfort in my loving embrace. Just don’t mind me if I itch my arms on your sweater as you do.

Look-A-Likes

My wonderful and beautiful friend Emily has a very handsome 1 year old son named A___.

For quite some time now I've been trying to think of who A___ reminds me of.


It finally came to me today.

Comedian Jim Gaffigan!
You might recognize him from Sierra Mist commercials and That 70's Show.
I love this guy. He's one of my favorites.

Sorry Emily, I hope you don't mind.

Power of Prayer Addendum

Please read my previous post, Power of Prayer, before reading this one. If you haven’t read that one already, I’ll wait for you to do so now. ….
…
Are you done yet? … Ok.

This just occurred to me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this 5 days ago. (Warning: lame jazz joke ahead.)
Q: What time did Thelonious disappear from the roof of my car?

A: ‘Round Midnight!

HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! … What do you mean you don’t get it?

In other news, Janell’s surgery went well. However, yesterday Richard Wright, the keyboard player for Pink Floyd, died of cancer at the age of 65.

Power of Prayer

As I left work yesterday, I discovered a praying mantis sitting on the trunk of my car. I said to him “I hope you’re praying for strength to hold on, buddy. You’re about to go for a ride." I got in the car and drove the 5 miles home, my top speed being about 50 mph. By the time I was half-way home I could no longer see him in the rearview mirror. Goodbye mantis. Right?

Wrong. At 9:30 pm I went back to my car to go play volleyball, and he was still there, now sitting on the front of the roof like a misplaced hood ornament. Impressed by his tenacity, I drove off to the church building, a 9 mile trip with speeds up to 65 mph and a light rain. I figured his position on the trunk on his first trip must have partially sheltered him from the full force of the wind resistance. But now that he was on the roof and the car was going faster, he would surely blow away. When I got to my destination I didn’t even bother to look and see if he was still there.

I got done playing volleyball at 11:30 pm and walked out to my car. To my surprise, there he was sitting at the back of the roof. I decided he deserved a name. Anybody that spends so much time in a state of Zen-like prayer must be a monk. So I of course I named him Thelonious, after the greatest Monk of all.

When I got back home Thelonious was no longer there. I don’t think he was blown off. I think Thelonious has proven that he could handle anything that could be thrown at him. No, I believe that he realized that the territory he had claimed was a 1999 Ford Escort and he decided he could do better for himself. But I think he has taught us all a lesson on the power of prayer.

Speaking of prayers and tenacious people, I just want to let everybody know that my blog-buddy Janell - aka: "Frumpy Luv" - is going in on Monday 9/15/2008 to have a tumor removed from her brain. She is an amazing woman who can make others laugh even while she is in the midst of circumstances that would crush anybody else. (Just read any of her travel stories.) She is in my prayers and I hope you will mention her in yours as well.

More COWBELL!

	Make your own at MoreCowbell.dj

You can never go wrong with more cowbell. Go ahead and make your own.

Blasted! There was one of "I Love To See The Temple." I tried to embed it here, but it won't let me because of some html error.

Here is what I was going to say:
"NO, I did not make this one (I have a little bit more rhythm), this one was actually already on the page! It says it was created 1 minute ago. Kudos to the random LDS cowbellist!"

I'll do my best to get a link or something, but it's not looking good.

T-Shirts

Here you go, folks! The Fall fashions for my very own line of t-shirts. There are plenty of sites online where you can design your own. (No, I didn't order any of these. I just like to come up with ideas.)


I'm sure this one has to exist already, but I haven't seen it yet. So I made my own.


This one might need some explaining unless you're one of my biking buddies. I've observed a phenomenon I call "the Post-Ride Stupid." After a long hard ride, I tend to do some moronic thing I probably would not have done otherwise, i.e. leave the top of my bottle open and spill Gatorade all over the inside of my bag, or drive my car over a parking block, etc. I think it has to do with exertion, heat, and lack of oxygen to my brain.


Don't let "The Man" tell you what to listen to. Do your own thing. There's a lot of wonderful music that never gets played on the radio.
Proudly declare your rebellion and independence with this thought provoking tee.


A wise man once said "Listening AC/DC is like splashing in a puddle. Listening to Prog is like swimming in the ocean." Show them all that you fight on the front lines for Progressive Rock Snobbery with this eye-catching shirt.


For my Whovian friends.