I came across this interesting image while looking for something completely different. Interesting casting choices, I must say; I never would have imagined Jessica Alba in the rôle of Susan Storm. She looks much better as a brunette, if you ask me. Which you didn't.

• In Florida, it's legal for a Muslim woman to pose for a driver's license photo in a full burqa.
• A Florida driver's license may be issued without a photograph or signature under certain circumstances.
• Examples of some valid DL signatures are: just the first name; just the last name; initials; a scribble that resembles the output of a Spirograph; non-Latin writing, such as Chinese or Hebrew; the letter X.
• Not valid signatures: a cross or plus sign; a straight horizontal line; a sine wave; a circle with a short line coming out of it; a nickname, such as "Scorpion".
• There are some very unfortunately named people driving around in Florida.

Addendum:

• Learners' permits in Florida automatically come with the "Safe Driver" designation.
• "Boomhower" is a real last name.

The one thing I've really been missing since moving to Tallahassee is a social life. In Tampa, Karen and I had a great group of friends which we saw pretty frequently. Leaving them behind was the only difficult part of the move for me; I wasn't attached to the locale, our (rented) house, my job... but to give up my friends (and getting together with the Consort) was tough.

Karen and I had started going to SCA meetings and dance practices, but once Karen's school schedule picked up, and I got my job with stupid amounts of overtime, we had to put that on hold. And once my hours settled down to a more sane schedule, I caught the Christmas Crud which left me too exhausted to go out.

Friday, though (after five months of saying "we've got to get together some time"), we finally got to have dinner with some cool people that we don't know half as well as I should like (with apologies to Mr. Baggins).

Over the last few weeks I've written entry after entry for my blog, and comment after comment on other people's LiveJournals, only to decide once they're done that it's not worth posting them.

Once upon a time, I'd just spew any old thing that was in my mind up onto the Intarweb... and now, not so much.