FunBlog

Remember when the first Rubik's cube came out?  I do.  I also remember when those horrible smart kids at my school figured out how to solve it first. Shortly after that, a friend showed me how to take it apart and put it back together finished.  Once again I could be a legend in my own mind.

Of course, that was back in the days before personal computers and the internet.  That could have really levelled the playing field for me with my brainy friends and Mr. Rubik's cube.  I would have just surfed to this page and solved my puzzle easily.

The only thing that bugs me is that this page was probably made by one of those horrible smart kids all grown up like me.  When will they stop robbing my life of all the joy!  May their solar powered calculators only have cloudy days.  Oh yeah, THEY don't need calculators . . . . aaaaaaah!

Don't let the title fool you.  This page is not about taking a bus to the moon (a slow but simple trip since there are no transfers to be made once you leave the earth's atmosphere).

I feel sorry for the moon.  It can't get away with anything without being watched by someone.  Wolves watch it, dogs howl at it, lovers gaze at it, and the tabloids continue to spread rumors about it being made of cheese. It can't even get hit with a meteorite without it being filmed and neither can if simply fly through space without some satellite watching it.  For instance, here is some video from NASA's STEREO B satellite.  It's pretty cool - but it figures NASA would have a cool stereo.

Here's a cool little application that lets you draw things that squiggle and crawl. If your small intestine had a traffic helicopter that reported on the flow of parasites and hittites to and from their work place, I think it would look something like this. It even has an x-ray mode.   Don't be afraid, though.  Remember parasites are our pals!

The whole thing reminds me of a medical test I had once.  They took this camera and . . . . never mind. 

What do singing in the shower, writing the great American novel, and doodling all have in common?  Most of us are not as good at it as we think.  Many of us may sing like Pavarotti in the shower, but few will ever cut a record deal. The best story in our head may never make it to print.  And all of the great works of art we doodle in our spare time will most likely never be placed in a gallery.

OK, I may be wrong about that last one.  Because now you can hang your doodles in an art gallery (as painful as that may sound).