Over the next few weeks I will be revisiting some of the old photo albums. This will give me a chance to update some of the format and add comments to the pages. It also makes it look like I'm coming up with fresh content when I'm really not. So get ready to travel back in time to that wacky year, 1997.
Many people have asked me about The Mach 5 Incident over the years. It was the first content I hosted on my web page other than my art, and it was popular.
But what was really happening that day?
Jordan's car was named the Mach (that's the red Nova in the background). Jordan had the tendency to drive really slow, so Bo Dorris and I told him that if he drove the speed limit for an extended period of time he would get a tenth of a point added to the name of his car. He was at Mach 2 something when the car left his posession. Being the great friend I am I talked him into participating so that his car could be called the Mach 5. I grabbed the phone and called everyone I could. The people pictured were those who were not working or otherwise producing excuses to avoid me.
He didn't know I would put it on the Internet.
         
The other night while trying to take pictures of lightening I discovered I can take (what I think are) cool pictures of water.
      
For those who don't know, the Russian Blue is Mrs. Pam. She was named for a character on the Mr. Wong flash cartoon by her previous owner. Despite her namesake being a bitch, Mrs. Pam is quite nice, except to other kitties.
The gray tiger is PK. Short for Projectile Kitty. I don't throw her, but it was once suggested that in the event of an armed intruder, PK could quickly subdue them if thrown. She has a 5 foot range increment, and is considered an exotic weapon.
      
Inadvertently, I feel that the lyrics of "The Dam At Otter Creek" are meaningful.
"just like when the guys
built the dam at otter creek
and all the water backed up
deep enough to dive"
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Some pictures of my apartment.
I finally got my cell phone data cable drivers to work. I'm hacking my cell phone!
If you have trouble finding the drivers for an LG USB Modem for your Verizon phone, look here, if you're unable to download them there, do a google for the filename.
StumbleUpon is apparantly broken. This has led me to actually be constructive with my free time.  I'm cleaning the spare bedroom.
I have also updated some outgoing links for friends pages.
I have including this picture because it makes you a better person.
This is the cool link I talked about on Saturday. An Alert Unlike Any Other.
I'm a little scatterbrained tonight.
 Jared Diamond puts forward an idea concerning drug use in modern humans in his book The Third Chimpanzee. It goes something like this: If an adult can abuse drugs and still manages to live a productive life, then it is stronger than others who are not abusing drugs. Therefore as a mate the drug user has advantages. He also (correctly) says this is an outdated state of mind and in no way condones drug use.
While talking with my pharmacist tonight I explained this theory. I explained this using Diamond's example with birds. The male peacock is bright and can often not fly due to what would seem to be excessive plumage. Females tend to pick these mates because as Diamond says, if they can avoid predators while carring around all this excess plumage and are easier to see, then they are in fact quite strong.
My pharmacist said he heard female peacocks choose mates because they are easy to see and are rarely at the nest. Therefore, the predator will go after them and not find the nest.
This translates back into humanity as follows: I married him because he goes to the bar and gets drunk. When the town is raided by barbarians they will find him drunk at the bar and he will be easy to kill, giving us time to run away.
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