Bring forth the ortillery!

Actually, not so much. Instead, we prefer the lightning bolts and scary scientist-in-lab laughter. The Eagle is not plotting, but the Alchemist is. And there are suddenly a lot of other things that have appeared, too. Latent creativity, here we come? (Or maybe I'm being a catalyst again...more on that idea later)

The Captain N MP3 player. Once again, showing just how freaking cool people are when given inspiration. One of those would be a very sweet thing to carry around.

Largo's grin here makes me nervous. In a "Clear out the next three city blocks, he's up to something" sort of way. Like he's going to release the water scorpions in the store or something.

The creative apparently have more sex partners. That could be hope to all of the misunderstood artists of the world. Or it could just mean that the creative are more willing to be, well, creative, in all aspects of their lives.

But here's something that will amuse many, aggravate, others, and inspire still yet others to frothing rants - Jerry Falwell's Campaign for Christmas. Apparently, the stores must declare their Christian selves, and the schools must have their Christmas songs sung without any thought as to whether it has to deal with the establishment clause.

In similar drek, Bill O'Reilly's list O' leftist propaganda machines. Hopefully, it'll be a little more populated. For the moment, though, we have volunteers asking to be put on the list. It's probably a liberal merit badge, or something - satire of a Conservative or something. Anyway, considering, I've probably already made the list just by being an I Drew This reader or something.

Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully productive, as I'd like to toss off the last vestiges of all my currently-due assignments for next week. It won't happen, but I'd like to put at least one more in the incinerator.