A Spectrum

This is crazy good. It is 8 minutes long though.

Example A. She chases her tail.

Example B. She carries her toys in her mouth.

Example C. She chases her toys when you throw them (however she does not bring them back).

Example D. She tries to drink from the toilet.

Please enjoy pictures of Rover, uh, I mean, Gidget.

Sleeping in a ball.



Attacking the stuffed International School Bus.





Giving love to the stuffed International School Bus.



Carrying the stuffed International School Bus in her mouth.

My bit of Trivia for the day. What do High School Musical and Firefly have in common?

Zac Efron

I was watching the Firefly episode Safe and was determined that it was him. I was happy to discover in the credits that it was. He plays the young Simon Tam at the beginning. Weird.

Time for a business trip to Ames, Iowa for a conference. Never been to Ames. Should be fun.

Hmm, can you tell that I am bored and posting all sorts of crazy things. Anyway, back in May I posted that I was going to Cornerstone again. And I did, and it was a blast. There was nice weather. Switchfoot was great. I can't say much for the other bands that played with them. I had a blond moment where I forgot how to get to the back entrance and we ended up driving all over the place. Whoops. So we drove to the front entrance, got our fashionable wristbands and a map. Walked the midway, hit the merchandise tent, bought the requisite Cstone tshirt and watched people half piping and swinging from cranes. Then we drove back to the back entrance to park. Attendance must be dropping cause there was barely anyone camping in the back or else they moved from where they used to camp. Claimed our spot on the hill with our blanket and spent the next 7 hours or so waiting for music and then listening to it. ;) So I tried to find a video of what we saw but couldn't find Switchfoot so please enjoy classic Five Iron Frenzy from Cornerstone 02. I am there somewhere, NOT in the mosh pit though. The only time I was brave enough to do that for Five Iron was at a concert in the suburbs. Anyway, a far cry from my first trip to Cstone in 95 where I went with my friend Val and my dad. However, we didn't really see many bands cause we didn't know any better and went in the morning, so we were exhausted by the time the music started going. ;) Oh well.

This is more amusing.

This was mildly amusing.

I was looking at my friend's photo site and I must say this is the cutest picture ever. Although the one below's not bad either. ;)

I can't find a bigger picture than this, but it's the Tampa Bay Buccaneers having practice in the Omni Hotel. Hilarious. You can find a larger picture here.

I am having a Lost interconnected moment. I read this science article today about how scientists can now levitate ultra small objects by manipulating the Casimir force. This is the same force Dr. Edgar Halowax (or Dr. Marvin Candle as he was called in the Swan orientation video or Dr. Mark Wickmund in the Pearl orientation video)references in the orientation video for The Orchid. Crazy.
Check out the article.

Lost side note: Did you notice his three names' connection? Candle, Wax, and Wick...

I got an email today advertising Yankee Candles Halloween inspired scents! What's that about? I am roasting in 100 degree weather and you want to sell me Halloween candles. Pshaw. Where's the Christmas decorations?

Please enjoy outtakes from the orientation film for Station 6: The Orchid.
The three flashes appear to be... headquarters of the Dharma Initiative, "God loves you as He loved Jacob", and a man riding a bike.

Also, please enjoy the teaser trailer for The Dark Knight over on my Movie Mania Blog.

He was walking, a slow, unmotivated gait. He didn't remember how long he'd been walking nor did he care. The road stretched as far out before him as it did behind. He'd always been on this road. For a change, he stepped into the corn fields for a bit, a reprieve from the scorching sun. It smelled different in here, too many smells almost, fresh and alive, not like the road. After an eternity of endless walking, he stopped in the field for a rest. It was almost dark now and his eyes were adjusting slowly. He turned several times. Then giving up finding anywhere else to sleep, he laid down and was immediately out. The next morning, he awoke but there was no color in his world. It was another day of traveling down the road. He started again in the fields, back to his slow, dragging trot. Later that morning, a noise from the road awoke his senses. He ran out, but the car passed on by. His momentary hope flickered inside and then it was gone. That afternoon, the fields broke into a clearing. A family was enjoying a meal outdoors. He slowly approached, but upon seeing this stranger, they were wary. The mother protectively grabbed her children. The father offered a greeting, but he gave no reply. Yet, the father was kind and offered to share some of their food. He was unsure but ravenous and accepted the food with out question. Next, the son approached. He smiled and extended his hand. Then something happened that he had almost forgotten he was capable of. He wagged his tail.

Today, I wore my denim capris. They are comfy. They are relatively cute. In all respects, they appear to be a normal piece of clothing. Yet, the flaps on the back pockets have a mind of their own. They don't lay flat, they curl. They have been in this condition from the first time I washed my capris. I have tried to fold my capris so the flaps will lie flat. I have tried to tuck the flaps into the pockets so they will lie flat. I have even, shudder, ironed the flaps in an attempt to mitigate the curling. These attempts have proved futile. Alas, I am doomed to appear as though my butt is perennially trying to fly away, but always unsuccessful.

Tom and I have been hiding in our house all weekend and we finally finished Harry Potter. I must say it was the greatest, most satisfying book I've ever read. My emotions are all over the place at the moment. I was so glad to get through it before anyone ruined it or I read any more spoilers. Thankfully, the one I did accidentally read was comepletely false. Ah, I read it so fast though, that I must read it again soon, but I think I will try to read book six again before I do. What a crazy weekend.

This is Gidget. Our new kitty. She's a Serengeti, super long, super lean, with big ears, a long tail, extremely active, and goofy to boot. But we love her. And, yes, I stole her name from the movie. ;)

I cried in my office today because I couldn't go to Comic-con and see the Lost producers, or J.J. Abrams talk about Star Trek, or go to the preview of Prince Caspian or Wall*e, or meet with fellow Losties and Browncoats, or see Ray Bradbury, or all the other insanely awesome things you can do there. Yep, selfish (and partly hormonal, but we won't get into that). I hate it. Part of me thinks I am insane and part of me doesn't. Now, I dream about going off to film school, or trying out for On the Lot, or just going over to the quad cities tomorrow to try to be an extra in a film they're shooting there. But I won't, partly because I am wimp and partly because I know I have grownup type responsibilities, and who acutally does that stuff anyway. No skipping of life. Doesn't work, but it's fun to dream about.

Wow, man, just this one trailer is almost worth it to go to see Transformers. It's a totally unique marketing idea. It has no name. It's all filmed with hand held cameras. It super creepy. Think Lost people. I have tried to find the trailer again online and everywhere I have seen that it has been posted, it is now unavailable. Even more creepy. Rather than me blathering on. Check out this article. It says everything I would have, much better than I would have, and includes a link to a teaser website. J.J. Abrams rules. Geesh, Lost, Star Trek XI, and now this. He is crazy talented.

The way Drew Carey reacts at the end is the best part.