I keep muttering to myself: "The perfect is the enemy of the good."

I've always liked that saying, but could never work out on which side we were supposed to be.

In a not unrelated note, my favourite argument for God's existence is Anselm's Ontological Proof.

Ah, Hec, that sucks! I hope she gets over that. It's too early to start that self-defeating cycle.

Olivia currently whines when Owen has homework and she has none--because she craves the attention and feeling of accomplishing anything as opposed to doing nothing. I try to tell her to enjoy it while she can.

Here's a shot of me putting a block on an opposing jammer at my bout on Saturday night. I was foster skating for another team (The Chocolate City Cherry Bombers) and we got our asses whupped by the South Bend Studebreakers. Their player Afro Disiac, besides being adorable, has an ass that should be registered as a lethal weapon.

You look very formidable, Cash! Possibly, you should print this picture to take along to show any prospective muggers to convince them to move on.

My biggest strategy to getting over my perfectionism streak is giving myself plenty of permission to PLAY -- make exploratory sketches that aren't Supposed To Be Good, try a dozen different filters in Photoshop, write as fast as I can for fifteen minutes. Decouple the Muse from the Editrix so the latter doesn't strangle the former before she gets some solid material to do her own editorial magic on.

All kinds of ~ma for Darby, brenda.

brenda, all kinds of ~ma to Darby and to you.

So, after the town spent weeks and tons of money and brought in a whole lot of extra police officers to deal with all the crowds around Sandusky's hearing -- he waived it. Lasted all of two minutes.

I hope Darby's health is solid, brenda.

Lord, look at these necklaces. I especially like this one.

Lord, look at these necklaces. I especially like this one.

I don't know how I feel about those. A lot of them look like they were Dexter inspired.

A lot of them look like they were Dexter inspired.

Okay, but what's the down side?

Okay, dropped her off. Thanks for all the good wishes, y'all.

ION, this is some fucking bullshit:

The IRS has re-aligned the benefit maximums effective January 1, 2012. The current monthly benefits were established temporarily under the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act (ARRA) and are set to expire at the end of 2011.

New limits for 2012:

Mass Transit: $125 per month (previously $230 per month)

Parking: $240 per month (previously $230 per month)

So parking goes up while transit is slashed? Ridic. The parking benefit is a pure giveaway to begin with, while there is actually a public purpose to the transit benefit.