My lovely wife is out of town. Trying to remember to make the offspring's lunch and make sure he is wearing pants.

Obsessing over cartoon typography... especially the letter "B".

I need a pack of nabs. Is it safe to go out yet?

Heaven in a jar pingfmmedia.s3.amazonaws...

Heaven in a jar pingfmmedia.s3.amazonaws...

Heaven in a jar pingfmmedia.s3.amazonaws...

Offspring: "I built something outside that I want to show you" Me: "Dude, that scares me a little."

It's too early to start stringing Christmas lights, isn't it?

The Offspring is looking healthy. Friday is a go. Repeat, Friday is a go. Countdown... 3... 2... mics and cue Friday.

Er. "Of recognition" It's hard to be righteously indiginant when you can't type.