One of the engineers clipped a comic strip out of the newspaper for me, and I liked it so much I decided to share it with all of you…

(If it’s no longer the 13th of December when you follow the link, go find the 12/13/04 comic.)

Mother Goose & Grimm

It’s all his fault, you know. He just had to go and tell me about the Hero Generator. Ah, well.

So here’s a silly rendition of Andrew Wolfe in some kind of outlandish fantasy setting. He’s normally a snappier dresser, I assure you. Sometimes one’s purpose determines one’s presentation.

And then there’s Marc Rembrandt, my role-play character. The Generator didn’t have a very good match for his neckwear, so I had to make do.

You could do better, I suppose? Go on, show me what you’ve got.

All you have to do is pick fifteen names. Okay, you also need to have a journal/blog/thingie. Anyway, name fifteen moderately famous non-dead people and go sign up over at the Dead Pool. Do it before the ball drops in Times Square.

Because somebody ought to profit from celebrity deaths, and that somebody might as well be you.

The Dead Pool

Spotted these the other day at, of all places, a fabric store. (Don’t ask.) The general consensus among those assembled was that it seemed a pretty stupid idea to teach kids that tree lights are a sweet and tasty snack…

(I apologize for the quality of the pic. My phone’s “camera” option isn’t exactly the goddesses’ gift to photography.)

Edible lights?

Thank (or blame) my old friend Ben for this one. It’s not my fault. Honest.

The Shakespearean Insult Generator… as run through the Shizzolator.

Warning: Not necessarily work- or kid-safe. Behave yourselves.

Shizzolated Shakespeare