Two weeks after my car successfully passes its safety inspection, a state trooper pulls me over to inform me that I have a "defective license plate lamp."

I think if someone posts a YouTube video or whatever on their blog, with little or no explanation about what it is, it should be less than 1:30 long.

I can't handle any more commitment than that.

Fun with Photoshop:

My "Economic Stimulus" check was direct-deposited into my bank account to save the expense of mailing it to me. And then they mail me a letter to tell me that they've direct-deposited the check. Yeah.

(Damn, we've been slackers here. I guess we should work on that.)

I'd like a t-shirt that said, "I'd vote for a gay Atheist for President."

It looks like the Writers Guild of America strike won't have much of an effect on cartoons, since the writers of cartoons are members of the Animation Guild instead of the WGA.

Yes, we have strange priorities.

When LM and I arrived at Toy Joy, we saw this on a dumpster by the parking lot:

Then, on our way back home, we passed by a Zombie Walk going northward up Congress Avenue, heading towards the Capitol Building.

Gotta love living in a geeky town.

One of the weird things I do while using this crazy internet thing is to read the blogs of people in the animation business. I pretty regularly find some amazing stuff. Today, for example, I came across a production blog for an animated adaptation of H. R. Pufnstuf, a trippy puppet show from the early 70's. Created by Sid and Marty Krofft, it was one of those things that lived in my subconscious for years, making me crazy with all the weird mental images that would appear out of nowhere. At least it's good to know it really exists, and I didn't dream it.

It's unclear if this animated show is actually in production, or if it's even been greenlighted by a network, but I'm very interested to see what happens.

Yesterday, LM sent me a link to a You Tube video, with the words, "Geeks with mandolins are awesome." And she was absolutely right. It was a video of three teenagers performing "Video Killed The Radio Star" on upright bass, harp, and mandolin. I was completely blown away. I'm sure I won't be the only one, either.

They call themselves The Wrong Trousers. They're from Coronado, California. Here's their MySpace page. Show 'em a little love.

I know our readership isn't that big, but I still encourage everyone who is capable of voting here in the US to do so.

If you don't vote, the politicians have no reason to ever pay attention to you.