"Have you ever spent a lot of time and energy defending someone, only to find out later that his accusers were right all along? That's how I felt when I watched this episode."
-- Wil Wheaton, upon reviewing the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation in which Wesley Crusher is promoted to Acting Ensign, and finally understanding why the character was so reviled.
Although we got 17 inches of snow last week, it was a very dry snow, unsuitable for packing. As the week went on and it started to melt, it finally became packable, so yesterday Karen and I went out and had a little fun with it before it was all gone.
We lacked certain quintessential accoutrements for the construction of a traditional snowman (coal, carrot, corncob pipe, silk top hat), so we had to make do with building the facial features out of the most readily available material.
Kind of an Easter Island statue/Tiki god/Homer Simpson looking thing. Alas, its topheaviness was its downfall, and it fell over sometime in the night.
And on a totally different subject, I've been obsessively reading the entire archives of Overheard in New York. Funny, funny stuff.
H.R. 393 (introduced January 10, 2007): To require all persons in the United States between the ages of 18 and 42 to perform national service, either as a member of the uniformed services or in civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, to authorize the induction of persons in the uniformed services during wartime to meet end-strength requirements of the uniformed services [...]
Sad when a humor site does a better job of keeping me informed than the mainstream news media. But, hey, I'm sure it's more important to be kept apprised of Anna Nicole Smith and the Rosie/Trump feud.
Back when I played D&D, I thought that painting the tiny miniature figurines was a challenging task.
I didn't know how easy I had it.