Overexposure marries Radical

Amanda+Jason

WOOHOO! For two beautiful people!!!
If anyone has the "look of love" about them, its Amanda and Jason. The gentle, steady gaze, with an intense sort of communication... if I wasn't a hopeless romantic, that look, their look, would have forced me to make octopus faces and throw snowballs at them in true Calvin and Hobbes style. Lucky them.

This is take #1; stand by, good people, for more radical awesomeness!

Hello, Mr. President

This little gilded portrait of George Washington, makes me happy. Really happy. It hangs in my powder room and I go to the restroom at least one extra time per day, just to say hi to him. It's like having a dog.

I'm going to start a foundation, built to rescue all these misused prints of our first president and educate the public on proper care and the ills of abandonment.

This is a serious issue, and people need to know about it.

Before I die, I want to...

An encounter -of the wonderful variety

It's really of no consequence to you, I suppose.

I met a good friend at church today. A really good friend. He said it warmed his heart to see me. I said I missed him.
I hadn't recognized him at first; he was wearing civilian clothes -I had only once before seen him out of uniform; he had also procured a respectable amount of facial hair since our last meeting -he is normally clean shaven; and he was at church -I had never before seen him in church. He was passing out the "elements" of communion, and I must have been staring at him for a good while, my mind unable to bridge the gaps, because he suddenly turned from the people he had been assisting, caught my eye, and winked.
Chuck. Chuck Barry. He's a firefighter and an extraordinary guy. He's saved me on scene, he's saved me off scene.
He made my morning. No, more like my hope.