Happy birthday, wif!

Have a fabulous day and tomorrow we'll head for LIFE is Good!

Ave atque vale atque ave!

The magnificent Mayers spent a long weekend visiting with us on their way from The Great White North to LIFE is Good. We said a melancholy goodbye today with the brilliant glimmer of anticipatory delight that we'll see them again on Wednesday when we head down to LiG 2010.

Fergus during his annual pilgrimage to climb to the top of Mt. Franko:


Some of the gang:



Others of the gang:



And one day we'll get Craig out from behind the camera.

See y'all at LiG 2010!

I just remembered

Today's the day for everybody to draw Muhammad. Here's my contribution to the world of art and another checkmark for my continuing effort to denigrate all religious beliefs.


Muhammad during his Flock of Seagulls phase

Almost Cut My Hair

For more than 40 years I've resisted cutting my hair. There was one exception for a couple of years when the girls were little and they both pulled at it mercilessly. I used my beard trimmer on my beard and head during that time; but, except for that aberration, I've let my freak flag fly. Tell 'em about it, Mr. Crosby:



But years ago, Sam Cooke warned me that a change gonna come. Oh, yes it will. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. For longer than my extensive lifetime, oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico have exploded, burned, been flattened by hurricanes, and failed from sheer human error. What can *I* do about that? Well, aside from voting and harassing my congresspersons, there is one, small thing I can do. These guys are at the forefront of an effort to collect hair because it's pretty efficient at mopping up oil. Go figure, huh? So, I'm planning to shave my wispy, thin, but long hair to send it to help with the mop-up from this spill.

I feel like I owe it to someone.

Happy Mother's Day

to my favorite HBC (Hot Backup Chick) and occasional lead singer.


Last year's poem for this occasion is here.