The Rumors of my demise….

… are not that exaggerated. I have a three year old, I have a job that discourages political blogging. I’m not doing that much that is interesting. Except that I am doing cool shit at work and I should be more willing to talk about it. So I will start posting here more. The first bit of news is that I’ve stuck a stake in the heart of Prime Harbor, and I’m no redirecting that site here.

January 28th, 1986

“Ask ten different scientists about the environment, population control, genetics, and you’ll get ten different answers, but there’s one thing every scientist on the planet agrees on. Whether it happens in a hundred years or a thousand years or a million years, eventually our Sun will grow cold and go out. When that happens, it won’t just take us. It’ll take Marilyn Monroe, and Lao-Tzu, and Einstein, and Buddy Holly, and Aristophanes…[and] all of this…all of this…was for nothing.

Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn:

The bandage was wound around the wound. The farm was used to produce produce. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse. We must polish the Polish furniture. He could lead if he would get the lead out. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert. Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

Things I didn’t know about myself

Chris Farris Chris Farris has worked on many award winning projects throughout his career. He began as an independent artist in 1984 and was soon responsible for the design and construction undersight of Southern Clambake University’s Main Hall. He is also responsible for the design of the Metro Regional Nerve Center, Lingering Corners Mall, White Bloaks Resort, and the famous Thomas Aquinas Building in downtown Draculaville. Chris earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the San Francisco Art Institute in 1996 and a Masters in Augmentation from Southern Fanatics School of Design in 1991.

Charity Bleg

I’d like to donate to the Haitian relief efforts. However I don’t know who to donate to. I’m not going to text some number to some other number and let some slimeball phone company keep $7 of the $10 like I’ve seen going across twitter. I’ve donated to the Salvation Army and Americares in the past, but based on the sheer amount of junk mail (and blankets – yes Americares sent me a fucking blanket) I’m pretty sure my contribution went to nothing more than killing trees to send me snail mail to donate more money.

Lies We Tell Kids

One of the most remarkable things about the way we lie to kids is how broad the conspiracy is. All adults know what their culture lies to kids about: they’re the questions you answer “Ask your parents.” If a kid asked who won the World Series in 1982 or what the atomic weight of carbon was, you could just tell him. But if a kid asks you “Is there a God?