This amusing little anecdote has been floating around the blogosphere today:
Meeting last month at a sweltering U.S. base outside Doha, Qatar, with his top Iraq commanders, President Bush skipped quickly past the niceties and went straight to his chief political obsession: Where are the weapons of mass destruction? Turning to his Baghdad proconsul, Paul Bremer, Bush asked, �Are you in charge of finding WMD?� Bremer said no, he was not. Bush then put the same question to his military commander, General Tommy Franks. But Franks said it wasn�t his job either. A little exasperated, Bush asked, So who is in charge of finding WMD? After aides conferred for a moment, someone volunteered the name of Stephen Cambone, a little-known deputy to Donald Rumsfeld, back in Washington. Pause. �Who?� Bush asked.
I should have some mildly exciting news to post tomorrow. Stay tuned.

If you have a book fetish like me, you should be reading the blog over at Bookslut. She’s great fun and isn’t a snob, which means she’ll cover everything from literary fiction to comics.
Speaking of comics, I was reading Marvel’s press release regarding Neil Gaiman’s new mini-series entitled 1602. Not quite what I was expecting, but it could be interesting. In the meantime, I should get to the 3 or 4 graphic novels sitting on my desk.
I don’t usually buy computer games at chain stores, but my departing nurse and I wanted to get in one last fix of FPS goodness. So I probably paid $10-$15 too much for Elite Forces II. It’s been fun so far, even if the first mission does retread the whole Borg thing.

I never thought I’d say this, but the Supreme Court is actually making me proud to be an American lately. Today’s decision overturning Texas’ anti-sodomy (and, specifically, anti-gay) laws is an example of the better angels of our collective psyche shining through. Here’s a good line from Kennedy’s majority opinion:
The petitioners are entitled to respect for their private lives. The State cannot demean their existence or control their destiny by making their private sexual conduct a crime.
And from O’Connor’s concurring opinion:
A law branding one class of persons as criminal solely based on the State’s moral disapproval of that class and the conduct associated with that class runs contrary to the values of the Constitution and the Equal Protection Clause, under any standard of review.
Meanwhile, Big Tony is somewhere in the wilderness screaming about the “homosexual agenda.” How sad.
Speaking of obnoxious, mouthy conservatives, today is Michael Savage Day. Read this. Then read this and this. Laugh and be merry.
I finished the first chapter of my book. I’m happy with it so far. I just hope I can keep the momentum going.
I e-mailed this cute girl I met at a CLE yesterday and asked her (clumsily) for a date. I say “clumsily” because I always get this shrill voice in the back of my head, kinda like Gollum in The Two Towers. I suspect this happens to quite a few people with disabilities when contemplating dating. For me, it goes something like this:
Positive Mark: Hm, she’s attractive. Perhaps I’ll ask her out.
Extremely Negative Mark: Stupid cripple! Ugly cripple! Hasn’t we’s taught you anything?
Positive Mark: What? She might be interested. I’m moderately articulate. Hell, I’m an attorney! That has to count for something!
Extremely Negative Mark: Nobody likes you! Go on, ask pretty lady! Watch pretty lady get uncomfortable! Pretty lady never speak to us again!
Positive Mark: Stop it! Go away!
Extremely Negative Mark: Go away? Ha ha ha! Where would you be without me? I keep us realistic! I keep us from looking foolish! Silly cripple! Now go crawl back to our precious computer and write in blog! Yes, precious…
Or something like that, anyway. So the whole dating thing makes me a bit self-conscious. But that’s probably not much different from most guys.

We’re having some exciting weather here in Minnesota with a few twisters touching down in the outer metro area. I’m not too worried as it would take a Category 5 hurricane to take down my building. Tornadoes have fascinated me since I was a kid, but I’ve never actually seen one in person. Here’s some “torn porn” for all you storm chasers.

Because I have no life, I read lots of other blogs. I’ve listed them under “Vital Blogs.” Go read interesting things written by interesting people with actual lives. Enjoy.