Free speech is alive and well under the current administration — they just don’t know about it.

The police cleared the path of the motorcade of all critical signs, but folks with pro-Bush signs were permitted to line the president’s path. Neel refused to go to the designated area and was arrested for disorderly conduct; the police also confiscated his sign.

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When Bush stopped by a Boeing plant to talk to workers, Christine Mains and her 5-year-old daughter disobeyed orders to move to a small protest area far from the action. Police arrested Mains and took her and her crying daughter away in separate squad cars.

I love Brooke McEldowney. Leveraging his success with 9 Chickweed Lane he convinced the powers that be to let him publish Pibgorn . The latter is a geeks-only fantasy land that takes weeks of reading to begin clue-catching. The former is in it’s description only slightly uncommon, “the story of three generations of now-single women”, but the art work often borders on the abstract and strives to break the physical boundaries of “established” comic strips.

Sometimes, it’s too much for me to get so I ask of you folks: What happened here?

Found Magazine features a section of found letters and notes that are interesting to peruse. By far my favorite is “someone who…” because the author took the time to type it. How often do you find an incorrectly parked car and want to leave an evil message for the driver? and then go somewhere to type up said letter, walk back to the poorly parked vehicle, and leave the folded-up note under the wiper?

I’m guessing the note was either never actually placed under a wiper, or maybe the author went out of his way to track down the car later that day/week.

btw, I came across a double-parked Solara this morning at work so I slipped my RAV4 into the itty bitty space next to it and crawled out the back door. hee-hee.

While I did miss out on the festivities in Bryan, I was able to catch up with a couple of good Doctors and friends of the Porch down in New Haven on Sunday. Tara and Aanand are doing well, and little Eishan is cute as a button. Their homepage is here. if you want to see pics of the rugrat.

Nothing exciting to report, but a good time was had by all. When we get moved into Mystic, they’ll be all of a half hour down the road, at least until later this year when they head back down Texas way.

Maybe most of you knew this, but I just found out that my favorite high school teacher, Otto Sellers, passed away last fall.

For those of you who didn’t know Dr. Sellers, he was one of the smartest, funniest, and most caring people I have ever known. Unfortunately, he was also possibly the least-healthy person on the planet, and that ultimately was his downfall.

I will always remember him as the guy who gave me a real understanding of math and physics, convinced me to pursue a science degree in college, and had the good sense to only show up for class about 3 days a week. More importantly, I will remember him as the man who stood in front of the room in all his portly glory, held a golf ball in one hand, started a slow pirouette, and said, “Now imagine I am a planet and this is a satellite.”

I still laugh at that memory. Hopefully you are in a better place, Dr. S.

I have got to research this conpiracy-fueling story about a bunch of metal alloy spheroids that were found in South Africa. They have been scientifically dated to be over three billion years old and cannot occur naturally.

The font on the Boondocks is way too small and it can get overly political, but it’s a usually funny comic strip. On the first day of the year they discuss alternatives to pronounce two-thousand-four: