
I may have foolishly adopted another dog at Winter League.
The roller-coaster weather continues. Can we please get to the WARMING part of global warming -- at least on Winter League Saturdays.
Please don’t tell beer or bacon, but I have a new love in my life and it’s called Greek yogurt.
This was the week the Jester left his 20s behind him. Unfortunately I have nothing more profound to say than it simultaneously gets better and worse from here.
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There's not a whole lot to report about this week. I've been largely occupied by recovering from the lingering effects of last week's cold and trying to find a new blog template that fills the requirements of being 1) flexible 2) interesting to me 3) readable by my followers (oooh that sounds like I'm a cult leader) who don't seem to be as blessed with a 17" laptop like myself.








I was there at the dawn of the third age of mankind.
It began in the Earth year 2257 with the founding of the last of the Babylon stations, located deep in neutral space.
It was a port of call for refugees, smugglers, businessmen, diplomats and travelers from a hundred worlds.
It could be a dangerous place. But we accepted the risck because Babylon 5 was our last, best hope for peace.
Under the leadership of its final commander, Babylon 5 was a dream given form. A dream of a galaxy without war. Where species from different worlds could live side by side in mutual respect. A dream that was in danger as never before by the arrival of one man on a mission of destruction.
Babylon 5 was the last of the Babylon stations.
This is its story.
-- Ambasador Londo Mollari (Centauri Republic)
2009 started off just about as poorly as a year can start off -- in bed, asleep with a cold. Although it was refreshing to wake up on Jan 1 a) not hungover and b) not with a wet pair of pants around my ankles. Ah sweet shot luge, you are a harsh mistress.
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Still South Dakota. Found a cute campground that most of the year is a hopping family holiday retreat. But it’s cold and snowy and latish Oc...