And I went through and cleared out old files, and reviewed and signed off on a piece of work, and cleared off my desk. We have met our 7/15 deadlines, and I'm in really good shape to be able to work on the actual work next week.

Jesse, go home!

Or, you know, Century 21 or something.

Except I've been late every day this week, and blah blah blah. I'll give it another half-hour.

New reality show on Sci-Fi, Who Wants To Be A Superhero.

Also, Mr. T. has a new show coming up. Tim Goodman reports:

But things turned for the better when we learned that Mr. T is going to have a self-help motivational series called - take a wild guess - "I Pity the Fool." Mr. T came out on stage in a suit, tie, white sneakers and, just so we didn't forget the past, his mohawk. But the gold chains are gone. Forever.

Why? Because, in addition to finding God, Mr. T said that Hurricane Katrina convinced him to dump the gold when he wanted to go down there and help people. He realized it might seem - tacky perhaps? - to help people who don't have food, water are homes while wearing 8 lbs of gold chains. "The gold is in my heart," he said.

By the way, Mr. T hasn't lost anything. He's a great speaker and very funny as well as being deathly serious about this new self help thing. The first question he got was this:

"Mr. T? Why do you pity the fool?"

He took off running with it and never looked back. He talks a mile a minute, preaching peace and tolerance and love and self-help. He was like a cup of visual coffee, gravelly voiced and electric, telling everyone what "T" stands for - from time to tenderness to tough, to tolerant, etc. He's got a bunch of them. He talks a lot about what his mother taught him and that will, presumably, be some of the advice he deals on the new show. There were no clips. Just Mr. T standing there very early in the morning and recycling his act, with a few new twists. He certainly looks older, but at least he's out of the "A-Team" garb now. He even said he's going to dump the mohawk soon. "I'm getting kind of old so the hair is falling out. I'll let nature do its course."

No, don't do it Mr. T. Don't ever change.

Reality?

Reality?

Pfft. Toddson clearly doesn't want to be a superhero.

Joe was pissed he didn't know about the auditions. He totally would have went as Captain Stripey Tights Candy Man.

Ctulhu origami. Plus other monsters.

Good to hear from Nilly.

Joe was pissed he didn't know about the auditions. He totally would have went as Captain Stripey Tights Candy Man.

There has to be a next season just for this.

Bwah:

After seeing a recent in-house promotional brochure, I'd like to issue a brief request on behalf of my fellow researchers. This is addressed to all professional photographers: please, no more colored spotlights.

I know that you see this as a deficiency, but scientists do not work with purple radiance coming from the walls behind them. Not if we can help it, we don't, and if we notice that sort of thing going on, we head for the exits. In the same manner, our instruments do not, regrettably, emit orange glows that light our faces up from beneath, not for the most part, and if they start doing that we generally don't bend closer so as to emphasize the thoughtful contours of our faces. When we hold up Erlenmeyer flasks to eye level to see the future of research in them, which we try not to do too often because we usually don't want to know, rarely is this accompanied by an eerie red light coming from the general direction of our pockets. It's a bad sign when that happens, actually.