Jamie's in good company.

Jamie had a transplant from her dad in 1994 and another transplant in 2001. Four kidneys the girl to toting around (no, they do not take out your old kidneys when you get a new one. That surprised me as well).

So, folks, fill out your organ donor card. When you're six feet under and pushing up daisies, I guarantee you, you are not going to need either of your kidneys anymore. Those are two kidneys which could save the lives of two people, not just one.

But you know what's gross? They transport the kidneys in something which looks like a beer cooler, more or less packed in ice. I still remember them pointing out the cooler and asking us if we wanted to see the kidney before they put it in. I had to take a pass.

Today i am the jerk who spread the virus. Thank you. Thank you very much.

there are no details yet, but NASA says they founs water on Mars. Good news, I think.

Stemming from a brief conversation I had with Randy via IM, I think a little clarification is in order. You may have noticed that there was no real hiatus in blogging. Goody for me.

The new editorial policy is that in order to get to your location, you must know how to get there. In order to know how to get where you are going, you must have a place you are trying to reach. The League has neither goal nor path in site, and, consequently, is not trying to bulldoze forward all willy-nilly.

I was struck by a certain quality in Maxwell's recent post. We roll on and on and get rolled over by the next wave and the next. And time goes on.

It's now been 21 months since I moved to Arizona. It's been almost 6 years since I graduated a year late from college. This summer, 11 years since high school. 14 years since I moved back to Houston to finish High School. 20 years since I moved to Austin the first time. 25 years since I moved to Texas the first time. Eight and a half years with Jamie. April 28th is our 4th anniversary. Almost two years since I left my favorite job. Three years since I received rejection letters from every grad school I wanted to attend. Two years, eleven months, three weeks and a handful of hours since I consciously gave up on all that film stuff. 17 months since I started working here. Seven months since I started grad school. Two months since I've been to Texas. Seven months since I've been back to Austin.

Perhaps subconsciously, the League forms a discernable pattern. For example, if one looks at the patterns in the tile long enough, your primordial brain will begin to make faces out of the shapes in the tile. But of course, those are really just geologically produced little blobs and bits. Or, at least, you know it's not really a real face and it's not going to wink at you.

Oh, and I can't believe I didn't mention this before.

Congratulations to Michael "The My" Young. He's been a pal since I got to college, and though he moved to the wilds of Seattle, we keep in touch. Not long after My moved up there, some girl I hear a lot about in Austin but never met, Brandi, moved up to Seattle, too. Well, seems old My and Brandi are going to go ahead and make it legal.

Congrats to My and Brandi.

Here's the link to his band's website.

In addition to the other horrors and atrocities plaguing our world, this one is particularly bizarre.

Apparently Leap Year Day was Superman's birthday. According to The Supermanhomepage.com:

February 29, 2004: Happy Birthday Superman!
Traditionally February 29th has been celebrated as Superman's birthday.
In Action Comics #655 (July 1990) a Smallville newspaper clipping shows Jonathan and Martha Kent had a child "on or about February 28th".

DC Comics did this as a comical way of giving a reason for Superman's slow aging in the comic books. Afterall, he only has a birthday every four years. :)



Happy Birthday, Superman!!!

I promise to pay more attention as Miracle Monday approaches.