Goth nebula!

Delicate Nebula Looks Like a Cosmic Bat

Awwww, poor Godzilla.

Digitally printed tiles make magnificent murals

Once you've dressed up your garage door like an airplane hangar, your next trick is to make your shower look like it's sitting at the bottom of a gigantic waterfall. That's easy with these Okhyo tiles, ceramic squares that bring extra-sharp digitally printed photos into unexpected places.

Not happy with the selection? Choose your own photo and have it printed on these tiles that look great in a bathroom, kitchen, or anywhere else tiles would go. Only problem is, we might get tired of the same picture all the time. Remind us to create tiles like this out of OLED video screens. Someday.

Awwww, poor Godzilla.

I'm thinking that would make a good poster.

Her manager was a friend, so I gently suggested writing her a calling script. That worked for this situation, but I heard one half of way too many awkward phone calls.

Oh yeah -- when I was doing political calls, many people were terrible, even with a script.

This is why I shouldn't leave the house: On the way back from the post office, I bought a slice of cheescake for dinner.

The writers at my new job have been well-trained. One of them stopped by to ask an editing question, and brought Thin Mints.

That was probably me! I have terrible phone skills! But it`s because the other voices expect me to talk! And they want stuff from me! waily waily.
 
I answer the phone "Hope in Transit, this is Lisa." I gave you the full name because the just-barely-rejected name was going to be "Hope You Can Hold" which I put the kibosh on because of the ensuing phone confusion. "Hello, hope you can hold!" "Yeah, I can hold.""What?"

HA! Liese, that's like my grandfather who named his two puppies "Wot" and "Huh". You can imagine the confusion. But grandpa liked the confusion.

Many years ago I was a temp at a small music-industry manager. He was in fact John Cafferty & the Beaver Brown Band's manager (they're the guys who did the music for Eddie & the Cruisers). And I had a script for answering the phone. It was:

Arnold Palmer Management Agency, Good Afternoon, this is Consuela Speaking. Can I help you please?

Every. Frelling. Time. the phone rang. It was crazy. Also, these guys made me pick up their dry-cleaning. When I left, I didn't even get a free cassette of the new album. Jerks.

I am wiling away my afternoon watching season 1 of SG-1 on Hulu. It's kind of fun.

I love those little stuffed Alien face huggers.

I took the kids to the YMCA for their swim lessons this afternoon. I walked into the Men's dressing room just as Owen was asking, "Mom, why are we going into the Men's Room?" Literate Five Year Old, 1, Oblivious, Exhausted Mommy, Nil.