Restless Leg?

A couple of months ago, I found a discounted offer to get my DNA sequenced. A couple of days ago, my results were ready. Since this give me a lot of material to blather about, I'll make it a series of posts. Well, a series if I get around to it.

The fist thing that stuck out was I have a moderately decreased risk (From 0.66 to 0.41 times typical odds) for obsessive-compulsive disorder. D'oh. However, I have a slightly increased chance (up to 1.49 times typical odds) of alcohol dependence. Evidently they didn't take my state of residence into mind. On the flip side, I have only typical odds of alcohol withdrawal seizures and do not have alcohol flush reaction. Peachy! One last note on alcohol, I am unlikely to taste certain bitter flavors. That explains why my friends complain about some of my beer choices.

The last thing I'll say today is that I have the wet type of earwax, not the flaky white stuff.

A Head Cold Makes Vivid Dreams

The last couple of nights have produced vivid dreams with my friends helping me out. Wednesday night, Michael and Shari helped me out with something. The dream stuck with me all day, but I can't remember it right now. Last night's dream had me on the Isthmus with Kyle and Nancy. They were very picky about where they parked. The cool thing was they helped me tote around my newly bought goats. I had three, but couldn't keep them all in the city, so I gave up two to some goat rescue in the county. The one I kept I called Old Scratch. That was pretty awesome.

Needle Nose Ned

Start your morning with Steven Tobolowski:

Behold!

The toughest badger of them all!

I'm Not a Violent Man....

.... but I love watching zombies die!

Department of Orwell

I've long thought it ridiculous that the Department of War was renamed the Department of Defense. It's time to rename it:

The fact that this militarist spin is 60 years old doesn't make it any less biased. I think it would be entirely responsible, neutral and accurate to take the word "defence" out of the non-sports lexicon. If the government won't go back to the Department of War, the least we could do is stop actively participating in this Orwellian farce in which the invasion of Iraq is carried out by the Department of Defence. Call it military spending. That's what it is. Anyone who's confident that fighting a war is a good idea should have the guts to call it by its proper name.

In Trouble

First I remember Shari throwing a grenade into a building across the street and it imploded.

Then I was crossing the border from Canada into the US and was pulled aside.  I had a bunch of crap in my car.  The contraband kept changing and was gold bars at one point.  Somehow I made it through.

Can't remember much more.