This mochi making machine jiggles glutenous rice until it embraces its destiny as mochi.

Here's a quantity of goose, viewed from a window, walking across a frozen lagoon behind the Museum of Science and Industry.

1988 was my brat summer.

Over the past five years or so, whenever I get discouraged, I ask myself: "Who would be happy if I quit now?"

At least for me, it helps.

Thanks to those who came out to see Fire & Beer tonight at The Annoyance Theater. We had a blast!

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