this will make Jamie chitter with delight, much like a chipmunk.

I do not have any big stories to tell today. Most of what's been going on has been work related, and that's not terribly interesting.

I must find a birthday present for my brother, Jason. It is Jason's birthday on March 17th. He will be 31.

Jason has many interests:
a) playing the guitar
b) playing the guitar while I am trying to watch TV
c) listening to his stereo as loudly as possible so he can hear it over the shower while I am trying to sleep
d) breaking my X-Wing fighter and refusing any restitution or apology
e) insisting that Batman is better than Superman
f) watching movies NO ONE ELSE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD RENT, AND THEN INSISTING "it wadn't that bad..."
g) adopting three legged dogs
h) taking three-legged dogs on slooooowwww walks
i) practicing the law
j) freeing crooks from jail
k) calling me alternately "fatty" or "bitch"
l) insisting my job entails little more than running a VCR
m) insisting his job is soooooooo difficult
n) going to eat enchiladas
o) refusing to get a haircut despite all contrary opinions and common sense
p) keeping Thundercloud Subs afloat
q) swimming
r) reading books about digruntled spies/ cops
s) keeping me abreast of the progress of the Mono Music Ensemble
t) wrestling wild boar

All in all, he has many interests. But what shall I do for him for his birthday? He has requested a hand-drawn cartoon from the League, but the League has a lot of work to do before his birthday.

This will take some sorting out. I might just send an organ grinder and a well-dressed monkey to his office on his birthday.

Like Icarus, we have flown too close to the sun.

Because I have not posted much lately, here's something to entertain.

With all due respect to people who must wear flak jackets for a living.

Seems that Randy is willing to give up the reigns on his own blog. It appears that, due to a minimum of content of late, Randy has decided others could fill in for him. And that's just fine. If you're interested in posting to RHPT.com, Randy is apparently willing to publish whatever reader's send, provided it meets his minimum safe standards.

You can see him playing with the idea here.

And him giving in to Jim D's peer pressure here.

I'm going to do this again, because it's fun.

It's already hot as a bastard out here in Phoenix. Last week I was still wearing a coat in the morning, but I left for three days, and now it's offically 90 degrees (my car thermometer said 92, for the record). Doesn't sound that hot, especially as it will be 120 degrees at some point this summer, but nobody really got time to adapt. I was told that my pal, Al, saw a girl suffer heatstroke during a soccer tournament this weekend.

Yeah, it's hot. Seems like just yesterday we were wearing sweaters in the office to keep warm, and it WAS on Thursday night when hail fell and coated the ground like snow, and it was okay to wear a coat out the door when I left work. But not now. Now it begins.

I hate you Phoenix summertime. I hate you like gum on my shoe.

Why the League refuses to travel outside these blessed United States.