It's the Team Time Trial today in the Tour de France. Postal started about ten minutes ago, and they're the last riders to go off. We won this stage in 2003, so go Posties!

I'm not really sure why "rational" progressives take such a hands-off approach to the Michael Moore movie. It didn't seem that crazy to me. Working in Washington, the whole idea of "relationships" is one in which quid-pro-quo has become defunct. Just a bunch of back scratching all around, really. So in honor of F911, I'd like to point folks to Michael Moore's new blog. If you're bored, check out the FAQ too. Evidently he was never in a bond film!

A co-worker yesterday wanted me to find some information on the Heinz farm outside Pittsburgh. Unfortunately, all the right wingnnuts had skewed the search engines in a bad direction, claiming that Kerry is filthy rich. Well, two can play at that game. Want to know who's really wealthy? Yeah. And unlike Kerry, Bush never earned a dime of his wealth.

First off, per a request made over the weekend, if people want to write reviews of movies/books/restaurants and then send them to me, I'll be happy to post them. (Provided you have a nickname already, of course!) This means YOU, Dwight!

Second, Forrest is contributing to a new blog, so I thought I'd throw people a link his way. It's a little spartan right now, but head over there as time progresses to catch some law perspectives untainted by the wingnuts.

Expect to see this with Edwards now too...

Of course, with Edwards, the comparison will be to the VPOTUS, Dick "Go Fuck Yourself" Cheney. Who will also suffer from the soft bigotry of low expectations...

Hooray, the veepstakes is over!

Seriously, Edwards was the best choice. Put this guy up against Dick Cheney in a debate and Edwards will charm his way to victory. Does he make Kerry look less appealing by comparison? Sure. But Dems, again, aren't voting for Kerry. They're voting against Bush. And Edwards ability to look great and sound pitch-perfect on television will help net new voters.

I'm adding a new title in honor of this today...

Posting this weekend will be light, in honor of kicking some british butt this weekend.

I will try to come up with some good pix in the process, though.

After a bunch of backend coding I finally finished two major projects. Essentially, the image database now works properly, and the Titles No One Reads have been written down in a special place along with explanations for each. I've also added all the TNOR to a database so that I can easily update them and add new ones when I feel so inclined. Enjoy the link because I'm not going to post it again.

So I recently moved the list of quote titles into a separate database. You know, the items that live at the top of the main page next to the words, "the dredwerkz -"? Now you can see them all on one page, along with the links to the place they may have originated from.

Work going on. At lunch. Just FYI.

Okay, I modifed the image server yesterday. From now on, every image will be still stored in the database, but you can view them by going to a particular directory. An example? Well, how about the current image on top? By moving to the directory, you get to see information about the image itself, yet still have a nice drop shadow. Hooray! Be sure to test it out with the images on the picture project 2 page.

So I'm hard at work and some guy from Turkey sends me an Instant Message over ICQ. It's a little odd, so here goes:

Strange, eh? I pity anyone who "come Turkey last summer". Ugh.

So if you haven't checked out the latest pictures I've taken you should take a look. I took about a month off of snapping shots (because I filled my memory card up) but I'm resuming my earlier pace of at least one picture a day.

Included in the pix is a hilarious image of a mall I visited a couple weeks ago. It's my hometown mall and as Brad and I rolled inside, he pointed out a couple of kids who were loitering right next to a sign that said "No Smoking No Loitering Permitted with 200 feet of the mall". I told him I'd take a picture when I came back outside. When we finished our task and retreated, however, the kids were gone. They had been replaced, fortuitously, with a pair of adults who were not only loitering next to the sign, but smoking at the same time! Only in Funchester...

There's also a picture of a guy on one of those low-rider bikes, except this was pimped out in solid chrome. I've seen the guy before, but I've never been quick enough on the gun to snap his mug. This time, I caught him perfectly in profile. Yes, those are faux chrome pipes coming off the back. No, they serve no purpose. Other than to get the women who want to "go for a ride". Yeah.

Um, by "more than anything else" I mean, I miss driving. I don't really miss anything else at all.

So I have a spare gmail invite, if anyone wants it. Applicants must be willing to send lots of messages using it and sign up lots of their own friends, etc. etc.

The weekend front is a little late now. Suffice it to say that my wallet was hurt. My total net worth has been taking a beating over the past few weeks, so yesterday I broke down and executed my emergency liquidity plan. I'd been resisting for two months, but a two day gap caused the eventual demise of my plan. If I had just been able to hold out until tomorrow, everything would've been fine, but it was not to be.

Last night I had a weird moment where it felt like I was back in high school. The combination of a twisty road, a small car and summer air is hard to beat, even if I hold no desire to wax nostalgic about days gone past. It is odd, to be sure, that I would hold any sentiment for my past, given that life seems to be a continuous upward escalator. Still, even halfway up a mountain, it is cool to look back and say "Hey, I can see base camp from here!" The only real nostalgia I still possess is much more recent, namely, for my car. I miss driving more than anything else...