Saturday, March 31, 2007
McCain's MySpace Page Hacked
Sure, you have to be living under a rock if you don't have a MySpace® page, right? Well, I agree that it is time to create one before I get shown up by D.C. politicians who are using their pages to take the campaign to the people. Luckily, they haven't really got the hang of it just yet. Check out how this guy hacked McCain's page and reversed his opinion on gay marriage. This news is a few days old but it made me chuckle. You can read more about it and see what the "Daily Show" had to say about it on Mike Davidson's blog.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Fantasy Vacation
It has been two years since I've been on a proper vacation without any obligations. Just fun and sun and relaxation. Do not weep for the spoiled brat. I realize that there are starving people in the world and that I should just devote myself to some worthy causes like knitting for cancer or collecting eyeglasses to mail off to Africa. Yes, I know! I am a bad person.
Now that is out of the way, let me share what I began to daydream at about 3pm today. If I had a million dollars, a lot of luck, and believed in magic. . .
The fantasy begins with a spontaneous decision to hail a cab. Once inside, I surprise even myself by telling the driver, "head for the closest airport!" There, my credit card would allow me to purchase the first available international ticket and I would jet out of New York within the hour (okay or 2). The staff decides to give me an upgrade to first class and seat me next to Daniel Craig and across from Madonna. After a few hours of chit-chat, some transatlantic cocktails, and finally a heart-to-heart with Madonna (who would turn out to be oh so lovely), I would wake up gorgeous and refreshed. Daniel Craig would invite me to an early lunch at his apartment but somehow my husband, a telepath, has read my mind and took care to call a limo to meet me at the airport. The car takes me to a secluded 5 star hotel with a lovely garden and pool and surrounded by enormous dunes for sand surfing. Both my husband and Daniel Craig want to take me out for dinner. . .
Now that is out of the way, let me share what I began to daydream at about 3pm today. If I had a million dollars, a lot of luck, and believed in magic. . .
The fantasy begins with a spontaneous decision to hail a cab. Once inside, I surprise even myself by telling the driver, "head for the closest airport!" There, my credit card would allow me to purchase the first available international ticket and I would jet out of New York within the hour (okay or 2). The staff decides to give me an upgrade to first class and seat me next to Daniel Craig and across from Madonna. After a few hours of chit-chat, some transatlantic cocktails, and finally a heart-to-heart with Madonna (who would turn out to be oh so lovely), I would wake up gorgeous and refreshed. Daniel Craig would invite me to an early lunch at his apartment but somehow my husband, a telepath, has read my mind and took care to call a limo to meet me at the airport. The car takes me to a secluded 5 star hotel with a lovely garden and pool and surrounded by enormous dunes for sand surfing. Both my husband and Daniel Craig want to take me out for dinner. . .
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Six-sided Storm on Saturn

For any "Battlestar Galactica" viewers, this looks more like the mystical mandala than that crazy storm from the Maelstrom episode.
Yes, I know that "Lost" is supposed to be the greatest television show but I just can't get into it. Is it sci-fi? Soap opera? Satire?
Labels:
battlestar galactica,
saturn,
science fiction
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