This is one of the coolest - and scariest - things I've seen in a long time.

http://www.physorg.com/news/2012-02-airborne-robot-swarms-complex-video....

Y'all,

Thought I'd check Dunfoamin's pulse to try and gauge enthusiasm for a 2011 beach trip this September. Lisa has volunteered to be the reservation/deposit queen, and I've been looking at a few places (though nothing has struck me as perfecto so far).

Things have changed a bit in recent years; Dean and Alessa are farther away (?), economic considerations are paramount for some, and, with Jim passing away and the subsequent dismantling of the Dare County Shooting Range's sporting clays set-up, we may not be as enthusiastic about the louder entertainments this time 'round.

4 minutes and 34 seconds of mind-easing explanation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sakN2hSVxA&feature=player_detailpage

Hello, strangers. Sorry I've been such a DF ghost of late. As many of you know from an email I've just sent out, I'm having a New Year's party up here at the spec house.

I lack contact info for many of you, but want you to know you're all invited! There is crash space available, I think... let's see, 3,000 sq ft + 1,200 of walk-out basement... divided by O2 availability... factor in operation eagle... add square root of it's cold out and (insert identity here) is drunk...

Yep. Got it covered.

Thanks to the earnest folks at Capital One Bank, my Christmas just got a wee bit greener. No, I'm serious... a VERY wee bit.
Capital One Xmas

Was futile.

For those of you who don't realize the enormity of the image posted here, the last time I had one of these hooked up to anything less controllable than a VCR/DVD player was in 1991...
assimilation

Seeing as how I'm stuck with this 4-bedroom spec house at the end of another year, I decided to get some use out of it and am having the Ellman clan (Lisa's, and therefore my, if unofficially, family) over for Thanksgiving dinner.

Now I am faced with a dilemma: how do I provide the TV/Football fix while I cook the bird?

What it's supposed to look like

The third time, as they say, is the charm.

Earlier this summer, I managed to squash a wasp with my forearm as I propped it out the window of Lisa's RSX. Ow. It hurt, but, eh--no big deal.

Ok; this is gonna sound mighty pedestrian (nyuk, nyuk!) after all the fuel-fed fervor recently discussed herein, but I ran my first official race Saturday morning and thought I'd brag a bit.

The race was the Bele Chere 5k; I was more or less doomed to participate after I opened my big mouth--yes, in a bar--and suggested to my friend, Frank, that we get some exercise to take the edge off our construction-industry angst. He called me up a month later and ego prevented the word "no" from escaping my head.