Where is the Love?

Methinks thou "doth protest too much." Sorry for mangling Shakespeare, but that's how I feel about the increasingly hyperbolic arguments coming from the George Zimmerman camp in Florida.

SOPA on a ROPA

Haven't written much lately. Got tired of all my whining. Never intended to go off daily on political issues that irritated me. No -- I just wanted to write more -- and I have been; in fact, I've been writing more of the stuff I've actually wanted -- not just this blog. It worked. Daily ranting got me back in front of the keyboard.

My Final Blog

Well,

Here it is, the last thing I'm ever going to write. Haven't had much to say lately.

There Will Be Blood

I'm glad to see the President has returned.

Returned from where you ask? Oblivion. Purely and simply, oblivion.

Schizophrenic Nation

I honestly don't understand the Libyan situation. At least, the more I listen to the news, the less I understand.

Educating the Masses

I'm a few days late responding to this one. I didn't think it worth commenting on before now.

Why comment now?

Dazed and Confused

I love disaster movies.

One of my earliest, fondest movie memories is that of seeing "The Poseidon Adventure" at the drive-in in 1972. I believe that I was capsizing boats in the bathtub for the next two years until my attention was turned to drawing/designing giant fireproof skyscrapers upon seeing "The Towering Inferno." These movies really exhilarated my young mind.