SHOWERED! Oh, sweet, sweet bliss.

My hair is in a side pony that looks like a two year old with 10 thumbs did it, but it is CLEAN and out of my face.

I very, very carefully washed my left forearm and that felt wonderful.

But I just realized I will be teaching Dan how to curl hair and put on eyeliner. On me, that is. He was an art student; it'll be good for him.

I just put a bunch of photos on flickr that my grandfather took during his WWII army days. [link] I think he did a lot of clerical stuff (I guess not that many men could type in the 40's?) so I don't know that he saw much action. I know his view of the war was very different than my other grandfather who served in the Pacific and would NOT talk about it at all.

A Batman-Themed Smartphone By Nokia

According to Pocket-lint, Nokia has produced a limited-edition black Batman Nokia Lumia 900 smartphone that has the Batman logo laser-etched into its body. VentureBeat reports that these bat-phones “will go on sale in a few weeks for the U.K., German, and French market”.

I dunno--is it Bat-y enough?

I also have a pile of pre-divorce family pictures that I'm not sure what to do with.

Photoshop.

Ginger for the win.

I am trying to figure out how cricket is played. I am confused.

My theory is you have to be raised in a cricket-loving society to understand it.

(This helps me not think about it, so don't tell me I'm wrong.)

I am trying to figure out how cricket is played. I am confused

First, you buy a dress. Something light and floaty. For shoes, I would suggest flats or wedges, since you'll be on grass. A cool pair of sunglasses is a must, and, of course, a stylish hat is essential.

You eat strawberries and drink bubbly wine, and cheer when everyone else does. Occasionally say things like "oh, dear, a sticky wicket!" and "Will he get a century?"

I am trying to figure out how cricket is played.

I tried to get someone who grew up playing cricket to talk me through the cricket game in Dorothy Sayers' Murder Must Advertise. There were nouns and verbs involved, but none of them made sense.

I like Vortex's description.

::off to buy a light floaty dress::

I find it best to assume that it's a wildly inappropriate sport based on a joke about old and painful galactic battle history.

We just came in from shooting a little archery for the first time since the winds calmed down. The SO shot from a lawn chair, so he's feeling quite chipper now. Last night he sat on the drum throne for telescope viewing. So he's not been too terribly limited by his bum leg, although I know he's unhappy about it, he really hasn't complained.

I need to replace my arrow rest. It was a crappy one that came with the bow to begin with and I never liked it. But it has bad bristle wear, so now when I set the arrow on it, it cants to the right, which, needless to say, is affecting my accuracy. I need to get it in the shop and pull the kisser button and replace the rest before the summer. I also want to up the draw weight a little.