Have you seen this amazing Mars footage? If you very, very carefully zoom in on the Northern Hemisphere, and then North America, and then Florida, and then Central Florida, and then my office building, can see me not caring about Britney Spears' marriage all the way from another planet.

It does this NASA addict's heart good to see pictures of a bunch of rocks beaming out from our blushing neighbor. How the United States of America can simultaneously produce both this and two entire seasons of Joe Millionaire,I am at a loss to explain.

January 6, 2004

2004 was already in a freefall as I departed from visiting with a high school friend and her husband ("Know what? Ten year reunion is next year!") when I pulled onto the highway and caught an opossum in my headlights. I swerved to miss it and immediately heard the following: THUMPTHUMP.

It's all uphill from here, brother. Well, except for you, Brother Opossum.

January 5, 2004

I finally cleared out the 1.7 billion file folders crammed into my desk. (Oh, we do party, here at the Blonde Bachelorette Pad.) Apparently I have not only saved, but FILED, the following:

-$1.14 in Burger King gift certificates

-Crumbled bits of what seems to have formerly been a leaf

-Connector cables for the printer I owned two printers ago

-The paraphernalia for claiming a $30 rebate from Circuit City that I mailed in five weeks ago, which breaks the laws of physics, time travel, and the US Postal Service, but I'm re-mailing it anyway

-A blank Halloween card featuring cows (no envelope)

-Notes for what is clearly some sort of marvelous, world-saving essay. "blades= count, push, 4.9" they say. Also: "grosuintsfl!"

January 5, 2004

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