Doctor Spaceman

Three Important Rules

Remember these rules and your life will be blessed by prosperity and peace.

1. Don't argue with the police.

2. Don't sleep with her if you're not sure how crazy she is.

3. Don't drink beer that has a picture of a dog on it.

Things Done Recently

We got the paperwork done for our passports, so we can leave the Great White North and enter Fortress Amerika, where no band of foreign crazy homeless people is too ineffective to use as an excuse for paranoid government statism screwing around in your life.

Also, the mortgage is renewed. Or will be, when we go and sign, which happens shortly. Incidentally, interest rates are just ridiculous these days.

And I have an appointment to get my oil changed.

I have a tremendous sense of accomplishment, now that we've got all this stuff done. Or mostly done. Done shortly, anyway.

Iowa

Did I mention we're going to Iowa? The whole clan will be there. Bits that I want to see, and bits that I guess I'm going to have to suffer through, briefly.

Our hotel room has a jacuzzi.

The Ebay

I am frequenting the Ebay. I have gone and gotten my attention snagged by a game which is mostly sorta kinda out of print, and I am happily engaged in the scavenger-hunt bargain-seeking which Ebay enables so profitably.

It's evolution. I am pre-programmed to delight in hunting and gathering, and given the lack of gazelles hereabouts, I derive satisfaction from working those ancient reptilian neural pathways in the pursuit of sprues of plastic from the early 90s.

Could be worse. I could have gotten into photography.

Cooking With Booze

It's a book. A book you have to go buy, if you don't already have one. Seriously. What are you waiting for?

Things We're Watching

We're watching Flashpoint and Firefly. I'm watching 30 Rock by myself, as I'm quite certain that my lovely wife would hate it. Funny as hell though, if you don't mind the over-the-top annoying characters, which I largely find I can.

This ought to prove my mother wrong, saying Donaghy is Gaelic for failure. What the hell does she know, she’s a Murphy; Bunch of mud farmers and sheep rapists.