Sorry about the lack of updates this month. But hey, at least I got one more done before we moved into August, right?
Especially since August means thirteen Saints games in twenty-two days. It may not sound like a whole lot, but it’s an awful lot of games to go to in not all that many days. Especially since there are a couple pretty significant milestones in the work life during that time.
But hey, at the moment that doesn’t really matter. It’s nearly five ayem on a Sunday morning and I’m still awake (and waiting for a pizza to finish cooking). Yeah, I did crawl out of bed about two in the afternoon yesterday/today, but I’m still feeling as if I should have been asleep about six hours ago. Oh well. It’s a good weekend to be stupid, I think.
Not a ton of links, but I’m thinking that this is one of the better updates lately. Nearly everything is actually worth clicking on, which, if I have to admit to being lame (and I think I do), hasn’t always been the case around here lately. But really, there’s some good (or at least clickworthy) stuff here. Or maybe that’s just the beer talking.
- With Won’t You Be My [Insert Title Here]? jr’s trying to figure out a name for online friends. Maybe you can help him. [jr]
- The Guardian has a neat article about The Englishman who is leading the Tour de France*. By a full day, riding solo. I’m cheering for Luke Bream. [flutterby]
- Bummer. Explosion Kills Three at Mojave Air and Space Port during testing of SpaceShipTwo.
- So as I’m sitting here at ten to five AM, putting a pizza into the toaster oven, I think about an ex-cow-orker who did that and burned the cardboard. And then I remember that I should mention Rock Star Weekend, done by Bill’s kid, Andy, who seems to not completely suck as a cartoonist. Point? None, thank you very much.