As the lizards dance, so dances my nation.

If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your lizard.

A 747 that looks like it swallowed another 747: [link]

(It's an enlarged cargo version that hauls prefabricated sections of the new 787.)

Loving those stencils. I think I just found my next art project: to ensure that I don't get my security deposit back.

Someone needs to eat those two remaining chocolate glazed donuts over there, before my willpower breaks down.

Tiny is on the telephone giving someone directions to his home. Is it wrong that I'm tempted to send him an anonymous, ominous postcard?

I like the lizards, but the daisies are great. That might be my girly side.

Grace was in her first set of clothes this morning: a hospital onesie with little pink flowers. Noah had on a top but no pajama bottoms as he gets too hot as it is. His were blue with cars and wheels.

Gendered in the hospital! then again, their IV splints were often gendered until the nurses realized we didn't care and just used whichever color for whichever kid.

I hate that so many baby things are so hyper gendered. I mean, I would give multi-colored flowers OR cars to a baby of either gender, but the color coding can push it over the edge.

I say this while wearing a pink sweater and a black-and-white flowered skirt, but I picked them for myself!

Sure you did, Jesse. But you were influenced by THE MAN.

Toddler: 1, Monks: 0

KANSAS CITY, Mo. -- The little boy spotted the pretty pile of colored sand on the floor of the vast hall and couldn't resist. Slipping under a protective rope, he danced all over the sand, ruining the carefully crafted picture.

Never mind that it was the creation of eight Tibetan monks who had spent two days cross-legged on the floor of Union Station, meticulously pouring the sand into an intricate design as an expression of their Buddhist faith.

They were more than halfway done with the design -- called a mandala -- on Tuesday when they ended their work for the day and left. The little boy showed up sometime later with his mother, who was taking a package to a post office in the hall.

"He did a little tap dance on it, completely destroying it," said Lama Chuck Stanford, of the Rime Buddhist Center in Kansas City.

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Reason 4,916 why Monks are celibate.

But being Buddhists, they were calm about it.

Reason 4, 916 why I am not a good Buddhist.