Here are some pictures. I could go into a whole, “I haven’t posted in a long time…blah blah blah…. I’ve been really busy with the kids and some international espionage… blah blah….” but I’m not going to. I’m just going to get to the goods.

I thought I would post a few of the pictures I’ve taken lately. I’ve been inspired by some of my incredibly talented wife’s pictures (a few featured here), and wanted to have some fun with our camera. So…. here they are.

Some quick comments on each:

#1 and #3 were taken at a Vietnam War memorial in Kansas City, MO when we were there last weekend.

#2 was in the lobby/common area of the hotel we were staying at.

#4 was taken at the Owlz season opener last week (the Owlz won in the 13th inning, with a power outage and fireworks show in the middle of the 13th inning). Touched up a bit with Photoshop.

#5 was a member of the Sons of the Revolution who were ceremonially retiring flags at the war memorial in Kansas City. There were about 5 of them in uniform. It was a very cool thing to see.

#6 and #7 were a couple of pictures I took during a picture drive with Brittney the other day, then altered a bit using an HDR creating program (Photomatix Pro).

That’s all for now. I’m out.

I mean, come on. Its pure Awesome – in glowy-blade form. And I don’t take its competition lightly. It has some strong competion from the gunblade, the Punjab Lasso (for name alone), and Mega Man’s arm-gun, among others. But you really can’t compete with that cool whirring sound of the switch-blade for the space-monk. And last, but certainly not least, without it we wouldn’t have incredible cinematic moments like these:

edit: Due to 20th Century Fox not wanting me to infringe on the 20 seconds of copywritten video that was posted here, it was taken down. I pretty much expected it, as the only efforts they ever put towards Arrested Development was to keep it off the air. Thanks, Fox, for keeping the internets as free of humor as your networks!

You can read/watch more about the band/family at their blog babble.com/CS/blogs/bandonthediaperrun

P.S. No, this is not an odd way of announcing we are pregnant, nor implying that we are close to entering that state.

“Psychic powers?” you may ask yourself. Yes, psychic powers that grow ever more powerful as he grows in length and stature. He can read minds, predict the future, and even make certain things happen. I have been having an increasing amout of these kind of psychic events happening in my life – premonitions that came about, knowing exactly what was going to happen before it happened, thinking I want something to happen and it happens, strange coincidences. For a while I thought it was me, my own psychic power increasing, and it kind of freaked me out. But recently I have come to the realization that this was actually Shadowhawk helping me out. He is my assistant, controlling the world around me, taking my thoughts and making them real and taking other peoples thoughts and putting them in my brain. Intense stuff, right?

There are, however, two problems with this recent partnership: 1) Because this relationship is relatively new, I can’t control any of this. I am subject to his magical will and pleasure. 2) Because his power is proportionate to his length it is difficult to manage the psychic-power-to-unsightly-eyebrow-hair ratio. Brittney has been helping me out and has been the one to let me know when he is getting out of control and needs to be eliminated. You would think that because of this he would dislike and fear her because she brings about his elimination, but in fact it is just the opposite. Even though she gives the execution order, he has become quite fond of her (he usually sees it coming anyway), and he likes to share his psychic powers with her when he can.

So this has been the official introduction of Shadowhawk to the world. Now try and not look at him the next time you see me – you won’t be able to avoid it. He’ll probably make you look with his magical powers anyway.

Three images for you to blend (at puree speed): bride, Vegas strip, bottle of wine.

Two individuals meeting once, never to cross paths again: Me, Snoop Dogg

Two Disneyland Annual Passports, the children they have spawned, and the helpless world that they have lain to waste between exit 269 on I-15 and Disney Way, Anaheim.

A blog… once thought dead… returns to avenge the death of… the blog… wait… no. Returns to glory… er… prominence… adequatulence? I’ll blog more.

First one being that our big toes were once opposable like our thumbs (also the largest digit of its own domain), but that it has adapted to walking upright, and is crucial for that undertaking. I remember seeing reports about a football player breaking his big toe, and how it took months for him to start playing again because of the impact it had on his ability to walk, run, and play. I couldn’t believe it. But it turns out that it is the only, and thus most crucial, toe that helps us balance while walking upright.

Other ideas I found include the term “Morton’s toe” which refers to the second toe being longer than the first. Fun fact #457 about me: My second toe is longer than my big toe on my right foot, but not on my left. This accounts for the 1/2 shoe size difference between my two feet. Theories about the Morton’s toe, sometimes called a Greek foot (as opposed to and Egyptian foot where the big toe is longest), are that it is a sign of intelligence and beauty, and that it is a genetic disorder. That sounds about right. (highly reliable source) But does that mean that the right side of my body is intelligent, beautiful, and a freak, but that my left side isn’t? That could be a good sign that I am right in pursuing a career in the design world – a hint that my right brain is genetically superior to my left.

But I digress. The point of this post is just to inform all yalls that I could be supported in my single blade-toe theory of not-so-many weeks ago. Namaste.