simpsonize me!

This morning, rather than doing something constructive with my time, I spent a while just surfing the 'net. While online, I discovered "Simpsonize me," which is a super-cool website. You upload a photo of your face, and then it creates a cartoon version of you in the style of "The Simpsons" animation. You can then make a few adjustments to it, as it isn't 100% accurate. It's very fun. I highly recommend it.

simpsonizeme.com

***edit***
As I was experimenting more with this site, I found a skin tone that is much closer to mine. And some hair that I like better. :)

the nautilus

On my bookshelves, I have books that I like to use for reference, along with the (rare) fiction books I have bought (usually just borrow those because I only read them once anyway) and a collection of books that I enjoyed reading as a child. One of my favorite books from my younger years was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It sits in a prominent position, where I see it almost every day.

Right now, I'm watching The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The Nautilus, from 20,000 Leagues, plays a big role in The League. The Nautilus is freaking awesome! As soon as I saw it on the screen, I thought, that is the name of my truck. Now, my truck isn't as awesome as The Nautilus, but she believes in her heart that she can be as awesome as The Nautilus.

In petitioning for names for the truck, the best suggestion I got was "Nancy". I'm reluctant to name my truck after the name we generally reserve for girly boys. However, I'm a big fan of alliteration. Is is an accident that Nancy and Nautilus both begin with N? I think not.

So my truck will henceforth be known as Nancy the Nautilus, or simply The Nautilus.

odd sensation

I'm just sitting in my bed this morning, drinking coffee, reading my Bible, checking my email, etc. It's my normal routine that I've established since I'm not able to work. Once I do get to start my job, my lazy mornings will be no more. As I'm not a morning person, lazy mornings are the best kind of mornings.

So, not doing anything out of the ordinary, I suddenly had this weird feeling. It felt like my bed was rocking back and forth. And I thought, 'Ah, it must be windy today.'

That might not sound logical to you. But, when I was living on a ship, if it was windy outside, it would rock the ship a bit, and my bed would move. So it was a logical deduction.

The weird thing is - why was my bed rocking? I'm in an apartment now, not a ship. I'm even on the first floor. My bed sits on a concrete foundation. Wind and waves should not affect me anymore.

Maybe I don't actually have my land legs - or whatever would apply to feeling like a bed is rocking when you're sitting on it - back yet.

peanuts and cracker jacks

I cried yesterday. Not from being sad. I cried because of a beautiful, touching moment. I had a hot dog in one hand, a Dr. Pepper in the other. I was sitting at a ball park, and then some chick started singing the national anthem. I stood up, had to put my Dr. Pepper down so I could put my hand on my heart, and tried to sing along. But I was too choked up. Some times I really love America.


check me out. I'm playing it cool. I'm like, yeah, I'm at a baseball game, so what?


What do you mean "so what?!" Baseball's awesome! So many things make baseball games wonderful. I mean, there's the hot dogs and Dr. Pepper, the national anthem (after which everyone screams "PLAY BALL!!!"), movie/song clips played at various times, and drunk people.


Plus, there's other great stuff to eat. mmmmmm...funnel cake...


Hey, look - Matt got nachos...


deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious! Mom's trying to eat my hair I think.

And of course, singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" during 7th inning stretch. Our team was winning by so much at that point, we decided to just call it a night. It had been as long as 9 innings...