The Royal Wedding

I was not invited to the royal wedding. That's OK, I didn't expect to be, and it's probably a good thing. When I came downstairs this morning, the kids had the event on the television, and I saw the man in the picture at the left walking down the aisle. I am told his name is Dr. Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury.

Now I have no idea what kind of a spritual leader Dr. Williams is - not being English there is practically zero chance of us ever interacting in any way. Hopefully he does well by his fellow Anglicans.

The reason it's a good thing I was not invited to the wedding is that had I been sitting in the front row, the CNN cameras would have caught me laughing. Why? Because I had never seen a picture of the Archbishop before, and when I did I suddenly had a "Princess Bride" flashback (see below). At that moment, the only thing that was going through my mind was one simple question: "Is he going to introduce the service with the word "Mawaige"?

A Fence for the Myopic

Take a few seconds to look at this picture...

What you can't see is that the fence extends for several hundred yards to the right. OK, I get it. They are protecting the railroad track at the top of the embankment.

But what is the deterrent value of the barbed wire? Is it just me or would anyone with half a brain just walk 3 feet to the left and save a lot of cuts and scrapes?

This is Soap?

My mother in-law gave us a bottle of Pomegranate & Mango soap. Let's see... Mango - sticky mess. Pomegranate - the juice will stain just about anything. Put them together and rub them all over my hands. Mix in some other stuff (from the ingredient list) like water, ammonium laureth sulfate, sodium hydroxide, and about 15 unpronounceable chemicals. Call me crazy but when I'm done I still feel the need to wash up.