Tonight: Penn & Teller.

I forgot one. Star Trek Minutiae is just what is says, organized like courses offered at Star Fleet Academy. I hesitate to add that I went search for a site of my own free will, for “research”.

I haven’t been able to write lately. That’s something I hope to rectify soon. The Hot L Baltimore opens next Friday, and it’s going off as smooth as can be. It’ll be a fantastic show I’ll be mighty proud of. It’s kept me mghty busy away from home, though, which is something a newly-wed with a new farm shouldn’t be. Not that I’ve been neglecting the farm. (The wife, well, you’ll have to bring that up with her.) We’ve decided on a name, which I’ll keep a secret for now. I’ve bought the domain and am putting the web pages together; I’ll announce it in a couple of weeks or so. We’re sponsors of the forthcoming Georgia Organics resource directory. Seventy-five new chickens are on order and a couple hundred dollars’ worth of seeds are on the way. When the first of February rolls around, getting the place together will be my full-time second job. Today, I do have a couple links that have come my way: What Really Happened is a conspiracy theory clearing house, focusing mostly on the events on and after September 11. As with any good conspiracy theory, the people here weave a plausible tapestry. Word’s Eye is an amazing research project coming out of AT&T; labs. You feed the program a text description, and it generates a rendered image that portrays your description. There’s not an on-line demo yet, but they have sample output to view and planty of technical documents. This is one worth keeping up on.

Found Magazine has a nice collection of found photos, notes, and audio recordings on their website. I’ve not seen the actual magazine yet, but I’m interested. Found stuff facinates me.

Today is J. R. R. Tolkien’s 110th birthday. To celebrate, the .Tolkien Society has organized a world-wide toast to the man in just over an hour from . Even if you’re late to the toast, the next time you slant a mighty beverage, raise a glass to The Professor. Hmmm… next year will be his eleventy-first birthday. Sounds like a good excuse for a large party at my place. Remind me later.

$200 poorer and lots of wire shelves richer, our new kitchen might get organized. Up until today, we’ve been cooking out of boxes and jumbled cabinets. It took a special run into Atlanta’s “Container Store” to get what we needed. Tomorrow, we’ll be picking up a Troy-Built tiller (a used Horse model) from a farmer South of us, and then we can start putting in garden beds.

I just finished a fabulous traditional Chrisrmas Pad Tai with my new family. I hope your holiday, whatever you celebrate, is just as nice. Gods bless us, everyone.

A fellow weblogger has answered the spammer needing time travel. Quite well, I should add.

According to witnesses, the United States army invaded a nation I’d never heard of yesterday. It might not be true, but what caught me was there’s a country I’d never heard of before. To my former seventh grade geography students: I missed one! Sorry. The CIA knows about it, though. Sounds like a rough place. UPDATE: Amazing. Someone there has scanned in one of the flyers passed out by the invading force and put it on the country’s official website. It’s in French. Here’s a translation.

Right after my nephew learned how to walk (or maybe as he was learning…), I taught him how to skank. When he gets old enough to read, he can hone his skills thanks to the Ska Workshop: Skanking 101, kindly pointed out by the good folks at RandomWalks. I once won a skanking contest here in Athens. I was in a tiny club watching the excellent Johnny Socko. Athens isn’t much of a ska town, so I was the only one dancing for all the songs. Had such a great time dancing that I didn’t even visit the bar. When they announced me as the winner, I went on stage to collect my prize: a vintage pack of early ’80s Michael Jackson temporary tatoos. I was overjoyed, and to show my appreciation, I moonwalked on stage. The held out a microphone and I gave my best MJ squeal. But then I moonwalked over some cords and fell backwards into the cymbals and off the stage. They laughed at me and made comments about how drunk I was and started the music back up. And I went back to skanking. I haven’t opened the tatoos yet. They’re a prized posession, sitting on my desk alongside my M&M-pooping; R2D2.