I finally finished reading the collection of novellas/short stories I had been trudging through, Legends II, a few weeks ago. It did introduce me to a few authors who I knew by name, but not by their prose. And it also had a couple of bright moments (the George RR Martin story, The Sworn Sword, was one of them). But it also convinced me that I will never seek out the stories of some of the other included authors for further reading.

This was the first of Anne MacCaffrey's Pern stories I've ever read...and it just seemed empty and silly. Most disappointing was the fact that I had already read the Neil Gaiman story in the collection (the story, The Monarch of the Glen, was later republished in Fragile Things which I'd already read). That novella was actually the reason I'd picked this collection up.

Oh well, I guess the Martin story also made it worthwhile reading (as did a few of the others).

I was going to talk more about the stories/authors of Legends II, but I just don't have the enthusiasm. So instead, I'm going to talk about The Woman Who Wouldn't, which I read in just a few days after I finished reading Legends II...


The Woman Who wouldn't

As I've become more familiar with Gene Wilder's writing, it makes me sad to know that he is nearing the end of his life (he could have another decade or two left, but anything beyond that would be unlikely) and has such little time to make his amazing literary voice heard. I hope he finds the time to continue writing because I've thoroughly enjoyed both of the books I've read so far. As much as I don't tend to stay away from non-fiction, I do plan to see out and buy Gene's auto-biography, Kiss Me Like a Stranger.

A major character in the book is an actual historical figure (there may be more than one historical figure in the story, but this is a very primary character), Anton Checkhov the Russian writer. If you know as little about him as I do, you can read more about him here.

To understand why he's a character in Gene's novel, we turn to the dedication:

When we do something completely out of control, I think it's a good thing...perhaps something worthwhile wants to come out, it only it knew how.

--Anton Checkhov

And so with a single quote, Jeremy Webb, our protagonist, is born. He's a concert violinist andwe don't really know him very well at all before things start to fall apart in his mind/life.

"Do you know your name?"
"Jeremy Spencer Webb," I answered.
Good for you!" the chief doctor said.
"Please don't patronize me."
"I'm sorry," the doctor said quite humbly. "Are you married?"
"No, thank goodness."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I was married a few years ago and if you had been married to my wife you'd be in a straitjacket now, and I'd be asking you the questions."
"Is that what caused your breakdown?"
"No, of course not - that's just a bad memory. We're divorced now."

Jeremy goes a little bit nuts and is sent off to a hospital to be rehabilitated. While he's there, he begins to get to know his fellow inmates and meets the book's namesake, a young woman from Belgium.

Contrary to what the Englishman said to his fellow lechers, the "Belgie" wasn't what I would call cute in the way that a young girl is cute - this was a woman, and she was quite pretty. She was also delicately attractive. She wore a soft lavender dress which had splashes of pink and light blue. She was a little older than the gossipers had led me to believe; I'd say she was around twenty-four or twenty-five, very thin, and she had beautiful clear skin. Her hair was a radiant auburn, the kind I had only seen in paintings. I assumed her hair was long, because she had it up in a bun at the back of her head. Her mouth wasn't at all inviting. I don't mean that it looked unkind - it was just without the least hint of a smile.

I was reluctant to share the next couple of quotes, because they're a little spoilerish, but the really show the fledgling relationship developing between the two characters and the nature of Clara, the woman who wouldn't.

"Did you notice those two dragonflies that were circling above us?" she asked.
"I did. They seemed very playful."
"Did you know that dragonflies make love while they're in flight?"
"Are you making a joke, Clara?"
"No."
"Well, that must be very difficult to manage while they're flying?"
"I suppose you'd like to see me naked now."
My God, this is an unusual woman.
"Yes, I would," I answered.
"Well then, ask me."

After the conversation, a pretty "explicit" sex scene ensues. It's not "explicit" in any pornographic way, it just shows the gentle nature of Jeremy - that he denies is there - and the almost childlike innocence of Clara. But the descriptions of the events are very detailed and...well, "explicit."

And now, I'll ruin the ending...

On July 15, 1904, Anton Checkhov died in Badenweiler, Germany. By mistake, his body was sent to Moscow in a refrigerated railway car that had a painted sign on the outside that read FRESH OYSTERS. If Anton knew, I think he would have laughed out loud...and then wished he had written it into one of his short stories.

Well, maybe I didn't exactly "ruin" it, but that is, in fact, the last paragraph in the book.

My French Whore has more action and a completely different type of ending, but the meat of both stories is the same: an average joe doesn't realize what's missing in his life until he finds it. And it changes everything.

Or maybe I just suck at interpreting the meaning of books.

I read Mouse Guard, Fall 1152 in a couple of hours after finishing The Woman Who Wouldn't. The art is nice, the story is interesting and it all reminds me of Brian Jacques's Redwall books (which I haven't read, but I am somewhat familiar with). It's not as great as I want it to be, but it's worth reading for a fan of the Redwallesque anthropomorphic stories. The art is good enough to share, but I haven't bothered scanning any of it yet.

I'm now working on the novelization of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. So far, it's filling in the movie version's holes nicely (as did the novelizations of Star Wars Episode I, II, and III) and it is actually pretty well-written.


Going soft

The Jetta has, despite a few annoying and semi-expensive critical repairs, been a pretty good car. It's now 9 years old and has about 100,000 miles - which is pretty low mileage considering the car's age - and is now undergoing the most expensive repair yet: replacement of the compressor for the air conditioner (and other assorted parts related to the problem). Cost for these repairs? $1,350.

Ouch.

How can repairs on an air conditioner cost $1,350? I can understand why repairs to critical system components would cost an arm and a leg, but an air conditioner? It's not like people really "need" air conditioning, do they? I guess air conditioning may be critical if you live in Saudi Arabia or Nevada, but I live in San Diego. It usually gets hot here for about a month in August, but the rest of the summer is generally pretty mild (there was a recent week of record highs, but temperatures seem to be back to normal now).

If the air-conditioner was completely non-functional, I might be able to justify the cost of the repairs. But it still works well when the car is moving at freeway speeds, so long trips aren't uncomfortable. It's just local driving that's a little on the warm side.

Are we really so spoiled that we can't handle driving in a hot car for a few minutes at a time during the summer? Imagine if we were living in the era of the founding fathers and their never-ending battles with the elements. They had no A/C, no electricity, no internal combustion engine...but they weren't whining about it. Most of them were actually pretty happy with their lot in life.

Of course, the other question is: is it really worth it to spend $1,350 on a non-essential repair for a 9 year-old car? Maybe it is time to go get something a little newer, but it's hard to go back to having a monthly car payment.

In other news, the Saturn has a new problem: the odometer stopped working a few weeks ago. The speedometer still works (and the "Service Engine Soon" light still comes on from time to time), but determining mileage just got a whole lot more difficult. At least the air conditioner works (and the compressor has never been replaced in this 16 year-old dinosaur). Go, go American-made cars! Take that, VW!


Fishtank overload

I brought the Mystery snails back into the main tank after about a week. They just looked so sad in the little 1 gallon fishbowl. And I sorta missed them - they are a lot of fun to watch.

After I started adding the banana plants to the tank, I started seeing smaller snails crawling around - but I didn't put the two ebents together until I'd spent a little time looking things up on the internet. I thought the mini-snails were the offspring of my verly-friendly mystery snails, but it turns out they were stowaways (pond snails) on the banana plants. So I started moving those little critter to the fishbowl once the mystery snails were back in the main tank.

Man, are they filthy little things - their water gets so dirty so fast. I'm surprised they stay alive in that polluted little bowl, but somehow they have. Two of the banana plants were actually sprouting new growth, so I soaked them in salt water for a few minutes and then rinsed them off (hoping this would remove most - if not all - of the pond snails. Unfortunately, it doesn't appear to have been 100% effective (though I did see a few drop off) because there have been a few pond snails in the main tank that I've have to scoop out with the net.

But here's the more interesting news: a pink cluster of eggs appeared about 10 days ago in the corner of the tank next to the water filter, just above the waterline. This was the definitive answer that the mini-snails weren't baby mystery snails. So I expect to have a whole lot more snails in my tank than I can handle in the coming weeks (I'll be taking the babies to the store that I purchased the snails from, Kahoots, as soon as they're big enough to survive the move).

And then this weekend, we made a new discovery. There were some little white egg looking things on the piece of petrified wood in the tank. They looked like eggs, but we didn't know which of the critters in the tank could have put them their. It wasn't until we lifted the tank's lid to feed the fish later that we discovered the other piece of the puzzle. There was another cluster of eggs, though these were yellowish-white, not pink, stuck to the bottom of the tank lid. My efforts on Google proved fruitless and I can only imagine this is other group of snail eggs (since they were also put well out of the water).

The pregnant shrimp is still carrying around her eggs. I'm beginning to wonder if she's still carrying them because she knows they'll get yanked up into the filter if she lets them go.

But no matter how you look at it - my tank is suffering from over-population. Some of these critters have got to go (maybe I'll return the mating-pair of snails and keep one or two of the new babies).

Buddy the Betta (the only one of the fish to really keep his name) has been jumping out of the water at feeding time for the past couple of weeks. Not high enough to escape, just high enough to be entertaining. And the plants have continued to grow like crazy.

Fishtanks are fun.







Got something to say? Say it. (4 responses).

I've been inspired by Ms Clack (sorry, you'll always be Ms Clack to me), my eighth (and tenth, I think) grade English teacher to share a photo of what I have on my "reading shelf."

If I had shared the last photo of my reading list (from April), you would see that all the books that were there then are still there now. It's sad, I know. I am on page 609 of the book I've been reading forever, Legends II a collection of novellas/short stories from some of my favorite authors (and a few others I would never have read, otherwise, and will likely never read again).

While the books that were there before haven't gone anywhere, a few books have been added.

So here's what's on my shelf:

• Knights Templar - A non-fiction look at the legendary Knights Templar, with lots of pictures.
• His Dark Materials trilogy - I've been stoked to read this one since I saw The Golden Compass
• Mouse Guard Fall 1152 - This is actually a hardcover collection of the six Mouse Guard Fall 1152 comics. I read the Mouse Guard Winter 1152 comics before I found out about these, but I haven't gotten around to these yet.
• Peter Pan - When I saw this was on the BBC's list of 100 Books every child should read and then saw it on sale at Barnes and Noble, I picked it up so the "kids" could read it.
• The Woman Who Wouldn't - As good as Gene Wilder's first novel (My French Whore) was, you'd think I would have read this one by now...but I haven't. Too many books, too little time.
• Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull - I know, I know. I actually picked this up before I saw the movie, but my intentions were good. The Star Wars novelizations were actually better than the movies (Episodes I, II and III) so I thought the same might be true of this one. I'll let you know once I've read it.
• On the Road - This is supposed to be one of those classic "must read" type books, so when I saw it on sale at Borders, I picked it up.
• Legacy of the Drow - I was drawn into reading one of RA Salvatore's Drizzt Do'Urden novels by the awesome cover art a couple of years ago. I've only read a few of the Drizzt novels (three, I think), but I bought this collection of his earlier adventures (the events occur earlier than those in the novels I've read) because I've really enjoyed the chracter and the writing (though it does border on "silly fantasy" from time to time).
• The Bloody Crown of Conan - The Dark Horse Conan comic books inspired me to look further into Robert E Howard's Conan character, so I picked up a collection of his stories about a year ago,. This is the second collection (with only three of his longer stories) and has been waiting patiently on the shelf for several months as I work my way to it.
• Shadow Puppets - It's been years since I've read any of Orson Scott Card's Ender novels, but I saw this hardcover on sale for a few bucks, so I picked it up. before I read it, I'll have to dig all the preceding paperback novels out of the boxes they've been stored away in out in the garage to re-read. I think I may be missing a book or two in the series - I guess I'll find out when I start it over.
• The Path Between the Seas - I've never been much of a fan of non-fiction, but I do enjoy reading historical fiction (the more real history, the more engrossing the story). When I read David McCullough's 1776 I realized even non-fiction can be engrossing, if it's written the right way. I've only made it though 1776 and John Adams so far, but I plan to get to this one eventually.
• The Johnstown Flood - Another David McCullough non-fiction slice o' history.
• The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana - I've only read a couple of Umberto Eco novels (Focault's Pendulum and Baudolino), but they fall under the "historical fiction that feels real" category of books. As with Camus's writing, you never know if the novel your reading is what the author wrote or the translator's interpretation of the original Italian (or French, in Camus's case) text.
• The Children of Hurin - I was stoked when I saw that a long, lost Tolkien story was being published. And I had high hopes that this would be more readable than The Silmarillion or either of the Book of Lost Tales that were puclished by JRR Tolien's son. I haven't really had a chance to get into it yet, so I'll find out eventually (I'v enever made it all the way through The Silmarillion...that is one dry piece writing. It reads more like a text book than a novel.
• The Reluctant Fundamentalist - I wanted to read The Kite Runner, but never found the motivation to pick it up. And now I can only find it in paperback. So I grabbed this one when I saw it on sale at Barnes and Noble (it sounds similar to the premise of The Kite Runner).
• The Absolute Sandman Vol 1 - I really like Neil Gaiman's stuff, but I didn't discover him through the medium that made him famous: comic books. Sandman in particular. So when I later found out that these were the original Neil stories, I picked this up. It's only the first of four leather hard cover collections of his comics, though (and I've only read about half of this one). These suckers are pricey, so I don't know how soon I'll be getting the next one (though I've learned sincebuying this one that they are significanlty cheaper on Amazon).
• Stardust - I actually read a non-illustarted version of this, another Neil Gaiman novel, a couple of years ago, but I think I've read that this story actually began life as an illustrated story (in comic book format, I think). I'm not sure if this is a collection of those comics or just an illustrated version of the story, but the illustrations are beautiful.
• Conan - There's a stack of Conan the Barbarian, Savage Sword of Conan and a possibly a couple of other titles on the left side of the novels on my reading shelf that have been there for a couple of years. I picked them up for about a dollar each after a ComicCon and have read some of them, but I haven't made it though the whole stack yet. The artwork on the covers and a lot of the interior art is surprisingly impressive (I was never a big fan of Marvel's treatment of Conan in its comics, but these Conan magazines are actually really well done).

At the rate I've been reading lately, I'll be luck to finish half of them before I die.

But wait, there's more...

I have a big stack of comic books that won't fit on the reading shelf (that seems to be growing streadily as I find less and less time for reading). I'd go through the titles, but that's probably even less interesting than the novels I've listed. Let's just say that there's a bunch of Star Wars titles, a few Witchblade, probably a few issues of Buffy, some Red Sonja, maybe a few Grimm Fairy Tales and maybe a Zorro or Lone Ranger. Right on top is the latest (and last) issue of Evil Dead (illustrated by the amazing John Bolton and with writing that stays true to the Bruce Campbell character).

Comiccon is in about six weeks, so my stack of unread comic books will probably be a lot bigger soon.

Fish Tank Jungle

The fish tank is quickly becoming a live-plant jungle and the fish are loving it (not another fish has died yet).

I think that I mentioned the three "betta bulbs" that were planted in the tank a couple of months ago. The three bulbs have not only all sprouted, but have flourished. And this is after receivng a dire prediction that at least one - and maybe all three - probably wouldn't grow at all from the employee of the pet shop where we purchased them.

Interestingly, the three bulbs are not all the same type of plant. Two of them seem to be, but the third is a flowering plant that grows vine-like stems up to the surface of the water (and its leaves also float on the surface). And even more interestingly, the flowering plant seems to be spreading its love in the tank (there are at least four new plants sprouting up in the gravel).

We also added a couple of banana plants, but they don't seem to be doing much, other than taking up space and adding some natural color.

The betta and the five tetras (3 neon, 2 glo-light) are constantly swimming through the forest of leaves/vines in the tank. As the greenery spreads, I think the fish will become even happier with their little artifical home. The two chinese algae eaters and the three amano shrimp don't seem to have much interest in the plants, other than as potential surfaces for algae to accumulate on (the algae problem has not recurred in any form since bringing these guys into the tank).

Unfortunately, the two mystery snails we added to the tank do have more than a passing interest in the plants - they consider them food! They've even been muching on some of the new sprouts popping up in the gravel. Despite their ravenous nature, I think the snails are probably the most interesting critters to watch in the tank and they've even added at least one baby snail to the tank since they've been here. The two snails are constantly stuck together. Can snails be nymphomaiacs?

To give the plants a chance to get a little larger and stronger before they become snail food, I've decided to move the snails and any offspring I find to the smaller bowl for a week or two (depending on how happy they seem in the new bowl). The bowl they will be in is unheated, unlit and not a great home for fish, but I hope it will suffice for the snails. I even moved the banana plants over to give them a little greenery.

I suspect one of the shrimp might be carrying around a belly full of eggs, but nothing has happened yet, so it might be my imagination. If it does lay the eggs, they'll probably just become fishfood for the beta and tetras anyway. They'll eat brine shrimp when I give it to them, so I assume they'll eat baby Amano shrimp too. The two non-pregnant shrimp were chasing each other around the tank yesterday. They can be pretty entertaining when they're active, too.

Invasion of the Bees

Late-spring/early-summer often brings swarms of bees flying through the area (I'm guessing they're looking for a new place to call home, but I'm no entomologist). A few weeks ago, I drove though a bee swarm at the end of the my driveway as I was coming home from work and felt a moment of panic when I realized my window was down about a half-inch (the roller-upper thing doesn't work, so unless I manually push it up from both sides of the glass, it stays down). I'm not allergic to bees, but I am a big pansy and I tend to freak out when they get too near me.

First a flashback to give you some perspective of my irrational fear of bees...

Many years ago, I was driving through the North Dakota countryside (I'm pretty sure it was North Dakota) in my no-frills Daihatsu Charade - which featured, among it lack of frills, no air conditioner - with the windows rolled down. My friend, Billy Martin, was a passenger in the car. As I was driving, a bee flew inside the car, buzzed around the back windows as it tried to escape and then flew toward my neck and disappeared. Not that it matters, but I was wearing a blue button-down dress shirt that day.

When I lost track of the bee (that had probably just flown back out the window), I was absolutely sure that the bee had disappeared inside my shirt. I swerved to the side of the road, stopped the car, opened my door and jumped out of the car in a panic. I ripped my shirt off (possibly losing a few buttons in the process, I don't remember) and began flailing it around as I did the "I'm a big sissy girl" dance by the side of the road. Billy just sat in the car and laughed at me.

Now you know how I feel about bees.

Returning to the less-distant-past, as I was driving through that swarm (and we're talking hundreds, if not thousands, of bees) I was initially a little worried that one might have managed to get in my car though the slightly-ajar window. I made a quick check and was satisifed that the car was still bee-free. But I wasn't out of the woods yet - I did have to get out of my car and into the garage through what I pictured in my mind's eye as a fog of bees swarming around me. I steeled myself and ran inside. Somehow (probably my super-human speed), I managed to get inside without being furiously attacked.

I warned the wife and kids about the bees and of course they had to rush out to see the swarm for themselves. Except...there was no swarm. There weren't even any bees to be seen, which made me look like an even bigger girl.

And now, my more-recent run-in with bees...

I was taking the yard-waste cans out to the curb Tuesday morning of last week as I do every week (every two weeks, actually). I generally remove the lids before taking them out to the curb because they're easier to carry that way, so I thre the first lid off, moved the can to the sidewalk and then pulled the lid away from the second can. As I tossed the lid to the ground, something buzzed by my face and my first thought was that it was just a fly. And then I heard the buzzing and saw the mass of bees on the side of the garbage can.

To my credit, I didn't scream or even flail my arms like a little girl, but I did run as fast as I could away from those bees. And slowly returned to the scene of the crime, edging as far from the only-slightly-agitated bees as I could to sneak back into the garage. I didn't think to take any photos that morning, but I did warn the wife and kids about the bees (and when they checked out the validity of my report, the bees were actually still there this time).

By the time I returned home from work, I discovered that the bees had moved on. But I didn't realize they had only moved a few feet until my wife pointed out the seething mass of bees on the inside of the garbage can lid sitting on the ground. This time I took a few photos (and even a video with just one moment of panic as a bee came too close).

They had moved on again (out of the yard) within a couple of days, but they left a surprise on the inside of the lid: a partial honeycomb. I'm not sure why they went through all the effort, but as I said...I'm no entomologist.

I've been struggling to find the words - not just the "right" words, but any words - to pay a fitting tribute to my little-bother-in-law, Randall because...well, Randall is no longer with us. And his departure has left a gaping void in a place that I hadn't really paid much attention to. I find it too easy to put things aside when I know they're there and I can get to them anytime. Later is a refrain that occurs too often in my day-to-day activites. But there is no "later" now. I've squandered my time and now I can only grieve that I wasn't a part of Randall's final days, weeks or even months.

I hadn't seen or talked to Randall for almost a year and a half; he lives in Utah and I live in San Diego so our paths usually only cross during family vacations (for the past eight years, anyway). Unfortunately, my available vacation time has been zero since the great unemployment debacle of 2006, so I didn't have any way to get up to Utah to see Randy (or anyone else) last year. Fortunately, I do have a few days of paid leave this year, so I was able to see Randall for one last time.

I've known Randy since he was about thirteen. He was almost always there when I would come to pick up his big sister during my smothering, no-holds-barred, full-frontal-attack on her singleness. Julie and I often spent our evenings together watching the Utah Jazz play (during the glory days of Stockton and Malone) or watching movies rented from the grocery store across the street. And Randy was usually right there with us, so I got to know him and his very unique sense of humor really well.

I remember playing Warcraft II with Randall over a null-modem cable connected from my notebook to his desktop (a notebook I bought because I was convinced it would help me find employment - what a mistake that was). Our head-to-head battles usually ended with me calling Randall a big fat cheater as he routed my best efforts to prevail. I also remember playing, after marrying Julie, a Star Wars game on our first apartment's living room floor using dice, Star Wars miniatures (Micro Machines) and a map pieced together from random sources. I still have the rules we came up with somewhere.

When I met Randy, he was a pretty big fan of Star Trek (the Next Generation version), but my geeky presence led him to true nerd-boy space-nirvana: Star Wars. We both accumulated all kinds of toys during the resurgence of Star Wars popularity (this was before Episode I, II or III and even before the re-release of Episode IV). It was great to have a little brother who shared my nerdy obsession. On the day tickets went on sale for the "Special Edition" release of Episode IV, we waited together (it seems like someone else was there with us, but I forget who) in the long line outside the Century theater in Salt lake City for hours, surrounded by geeks who made our Star Wars appreciation pale in comparison. I still remember the bliss of seeing Star Wars on the big screen in that domed theater with Randy and Julie. I was only eight when Star Wars was released the first time, so I have no memory of having seen the movie during its first release (though I'm sure I must have).

When Randy was a little older, I introduced him to another of my geek obsessions, Connor MacLeod, the Highlander. He was as big a fan (if not an even bigger fan) as I was and for years had a Highlander poster hanging in his room amongst the Star Wars decor. Randy would often clue me in to developments of Highlander sequels and Highlander news on the Internet.

Long before I came along, Randy had an obsession that I can take no credit for: U2. He loved their music and carefully followed the movements of Bono, Edge, Adam and Larry. I still remember the painting his brother, James, did of Bono that Randy loved so much and hung proudly on his wall (I think James may have introduced Randall to U2, but I'm only guessing). Randy had every album, single CD, DVD, and book that U2 produced. He also collected many magazines that talked about his heroes and I think he treasured them even as his musical tastes expanded. In 2001, Randall and his wife, Taylor, came to San Diego to see U2 perform during the Elevation tour. I managed to get tickets from a scalper and Julie and I went with them. It was a great concert for me, but for Randall it must have been more like a religious experience.

Randall briefly had a job with a nursery that also sold fish. He received a discount on purchases and soon had a 50 gallon marine tank in his room stocked with angel fish, anemones and anemone fish, fiji rock and many other colorful and amazing sea creatures. I was so taken with his tank that he helped me start a much-smaller 15 gallon Marine tank with fiji rock, a single anemone and a single anemone fish, a couple of damsels and a shrimp or two. I loved watching that tank and was sad to give it up when I moved to San Diego (I figured the trip would be too much for the tank's residents).

Randy was such an intelligent and creative guy, that I've always felt it was a real shame he didn't go to college and find a focus for his creativity. He worked with several companies after High School graduation, but none of his jobs seemed to have much career potential or seemed to capture his attention until he moved into the IT arena and found a job with Management Plus. In fact, he seemed to be on the fast track to success and was well-loved by everyone he worked with.

Randy is such a part of us that we say silly little things he came up with all throughout the day and don't even realize it most of the time. We miss him so much. There are so many more things I could say about Randy to express what a fun and incredible guy he was, but I've shared most of the "surface stuff" that anyone who knew Randy could appreciate.

I was going to share the contents of my reading shelf, talk about all the critters in my fish tank, and make fun of the new Indiana Jones movie (which would have been so much fun to see with Randy), but I don't feel like it now. Maybe later.



Got something to say? Say it. (3 responses).

This page has been viewed

times since I started tracking hits.
(This is a rudimentary non-unique IP hit counter, so don't be too impressed)