In honor of the unofficial beginning of summer, I give you this week’s white board quip. It’s from a not-to-well thought out swim wear advertisement.

Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.

…so little time. The last few days leave me with a salmagundi of stories and wit I’d like to share, and yet, it’s already a short work week and I’ve got plenty to do. Ah, well. The old blogging will just have to come as it can. I just wanted to whet your appetite a little. There’s much to come in the next week or so, including movie reviews and some great stories and links.

Hope you all had a great Memorial Day. Hug a vet today!

It’s May 25th. Happy Towel Day!

What? You don’t know what Towel Day is? (Okay, neither did I until I read The Sneeze today. Fortunate for me, I really DO always have a towel at hand.*) It’s a day to celebrate the late great Douglas Adams, creator of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

The Towel Day page explains the holiday (and the towel thing*). I recommend you read it. I also recommend you read Steve’s Sneeze post about D. Adams. And if you’re really looking to geek out today, go check out the HHGG text game from the mid-80s reborn as a web game.

* Seriously! There’s one in my desk for when I ride my bike to work. There’s one in my truck because I have a leaky back window. And, I keep a few around the house, just in case.

Last weekend, we went camping! Yes! Really! Camping! I KNOW!

I’ve got the pictures and story written up, but it’s really long, so I put it in a separate page.

It was an awesome trip and I have to send out much love and thanks to Haven, Kaela, Miranda, Chris, and Andy. Let’s do this again… in November, when it’s not so friggin’ hot!

This is so wrong. Wronger than wrong. Wrongest! Eww! Icky-poo yucky-ville.

MARSEILLES, France — Skirt-chasing playboy Daniel Anceneaux, calling himself “The Prince of Pleasure”, spent weeks chatting with a sensual woman on the Internet, going by the name “Sweet Juliette”. The two were genuinely falling for each other.

“The conversations even got a little racy a couple of times. But I really started to fall for her, because there seemed to be a sensitive side that you don’t see in many girls. She sent me poems she had written and told me about her dreams and desires, and it was really very romantic,” the chat room Casanova said.

She even sent him a picture: a super hot, barely clothed model that just happened to be featured in a men’s magazine.

He finally got up the courage to arrange a romantic rendezvous at a remote beach.

“I walked out on that dark beach thinking I was going to hook up with the girl of my dreams. And there she was, wearing white shorts and a pink tank top, just like she’d said she would. But when I got close, she turned around — and we both got the shock of our lives. I mean, I didn’t know what to say. All I could think was, ‘Oh my God! it’s Mama!’”

That’s right. This playboy hooked is own mom! But it got worse. Just as the mortified mother and son realized the error of their ways, a patrolman passed by and cited them for visiting a restricted beach after dark. And, since police reports are a matter of public record, a local TV station got hold of it.

“The next thing we knew, our picture and our story was all over the 6 o’clock news. People started pointing and laughing at us on the street — and they haven’t stopped laughing since,” said mom Nicole.

And what about Dad? Paul, Nicole’s husband of 27 years, wasn’t too happy when the story hit the news and his beer-drinking buddies made him the butt of their jokes.

“Dad was ticked for a while and he forbid Mom to talk to anybody on the Internet ever again,” said embarrassed Daniel.

*Groan* Why, oh why, do people think that chat room romances are a good thing?!