The other night Courtney and I were photographing her cat, Skunk, in the hope of capturing an image worthy of mycathatesyou.com. We think we’ve achieved it. All we need now is a caption.

Use the comments system to leave your caption. I’ll give you… um… until we return to the US. That’s two weeks. [...]

Listen to this, then check out Nagl’s site, where I stole the link from.
It’s nice to see Ben Folds has been keeping busy.

Even if you were for the war in Iraq, you have to admit this is definitely very shoddy behaviour. Next time someone tells me that they refuse to see Fahrenheit 9/11 because it wouldn’t be showing support for the troops (and someone I know did use this incoherent argument) I’m going to tell them about [...]

It’s a bright summer day and as I sit by the front window of the apartment reading "The Art of Dramatic Writing" I can hear a distant trumpeter practising the opening bars of the Godfather theme. I wonder what music played at Marlon Brando’s funeral?

As you can see from this picture, the camping trip was no washout. A little thunder, a lot of insect bites, a spot of walking, plenty of good company and verdant countryside. On Saturday we ate lunch on a rocky outcrop overlooking the simply-named Lake #4. Left to right: Amie, Laura, me. Behind the [...]

A couple of friends and Courtney and I are heading off into the Adirondack mountains tomorrow. Here’s the weather forecast for the area. We’re going have lots of fun this weekend. I must remember to pack my waterproof everything.
Oh, and I’ve got my utterly redundant US driving test tomorrow too. If I fail [...]

I’d sworn off these things, but… well… it’s Eddie.
Which Eddie Izzard line are you? brought to you by Quizilla

I just saw this article on boingboing, the directory of wonderful things. I must admit that if next time I enter the US I am treated with the same unmannerly way as last time, I’ll be tempted to take similar action myself.
Of course, Mr. Miller was simply going through the metal detector. I’d like to [...]

More animal oddity at the Eastman House. There are similar horses dotted around Rochester, including one with a buffalo mane. This is the best of the bunch.

George Monbiot delivers a perceptive and persuasive article in the Guardian about a "scruffy comedian from Michigan." I think I’d like to borrow his words – because they’re more eloquent and better researched than my own – to illuminate my response to Fahrenheit 9/11.
Using my own words once more; the best account I’ve ever read [...]