Dizzy and drowsy makes for such interesting legal drafting.  Not to mention what the wrist brace is doing for my typing.  

Being all achy finally got to me, so I went to BorgHealth this morning for professional advice.  I got drugs, toys AND referrals.  The trifecta.  Winner, winner.

Maybe a little forced convalescence will help in the long run though, and let me get back to regular swimming and a life sooner or later.

If you like what Bush & Co. did after Katrina, just wait for the next big storm.

Got the top of my head all sunburned watching the big surf this morning.  When oh when will this miserable winter end?

Just because Polaroid is discontinuing their film doesn’t mean their unique look has to be lost.  Classics should live forever

I know it got some mixed reviews, but I loved Jumper this morning.  Maybe it’s just the way my life’s been going lately, and that an escapist fantasy with some good Samuel L. Jackson kickass violence was the comfort viewing I happened to need right now, but I thought it was a good movie.  Nice story, great visuals, cool effects.  No Oscars™ on the horizon except maybe for some special effects, but good high-energy fun with just a splash of eye candy and an ending left wide-open for a sequel. 

Nice post on the problems of solo practice and the state of practice and the Business at the moment. 

I would’ve just commented there but I’m sick of registering with every little blog supplier around.

Despite our inability to end the rain that’s ruining my week, we’re currently attempting to use our special powers to bring good to the household.  I’m using my power to bend time and space by blowing off work until tomorrow so I can catch a matinee of Jumper with Spinner.  Spinner’s super powers include miraculous recovery from diseases (the power is triggered by the hanging up of the phone, and a final, ceremonial, cough) and have allowed him to make thirty noisy children vanish. 

Although the rain’s continued existence mocks our special powers, it will reportedly bring 20-foot surf Sunday and Monday.  That’s a good thing.

I’ll never say that Cal is anything less than the best public university in the world, but when Stanford (normally boo, hiss, evil, but not today) is eliminating tuition for familes earning less than $100,000 while the state is talking about 7-10% fee increases for UC and Cal State students, things need to change.

He knows where you are.  He knows about those text messages last night.  He heard you whispering naughty thoughts to that special someone while you were driving home.  And that other special someone too.

Of course, after seeing a local Baptist/Jewish/Korean something-or-other joint-use House of Worship getting a retrofit this morning, I now know the Big Guy’s secret.  This particular sacred utility is in the old neighborhood, and is a prime example of how real estate values can lead to religious tolerance.  Tempted to use ‘strange bedfellows’ in that last sentence, but I won’t.  Or shouldn’t have.  Whatever.

So even after the light turned green I pulled over and watched the accolytes rip open the joint-use House of Worship steeple’s facade to install the new cellular antenna array for a few minutes.  Wish I’d had the camera with me.  Then Howling Point could show you God’s way, and you wouldn’t have to rely on faith alone. 

Sore from the gym, sniffly from nasty motel ventilation, headachy from the Business, and on deadline for a writing gig. 

But coffee will make everything better soon.