A coupla things...

It makes me irrationally gleeful that the FBI is investigating Thomas Kincaide's business dealings - partly because I loathe his crappy paintings, but also because, god help me, I already knew enough about him to know that he engages in some awfully shady practices. Mostly by that I mean retouching prints slightly and calling them "original" and selling them for outrageous sums of money. It may be technically legal, but it's not very ethical, especially for somebody who pitches himself as a Christian. (Of course, at some point you also stop feeling very sorry for the dummies who buy such things, but that's another story.)

I'm glad to hear that other people besides me are glad when September gets here. Sometimes I think I am the only person who's not sad when summer is over.

Oh, also, I would like to point out the Astros' lack of suckitude lately. They have won, I believe, six games in a row and can legitimately be considered to be in the wild card race.


(Suckitude? Where did I come up with that one? I blame Joss Whedon.)