Urville — Seen at Zemi.net, and quoting John:

28 year old Gilles Trehin is an autistic savant who lives in Cagnes sur Mer, France. Since he was 12, he has been creating and developing one thing: an astoundingly detailed city called Urville.

Gilles has brought the imaginary city to life with hundreds of elaborate drawings and diagrams. He’s documented Urville with extensive descriptions of its history, geography and culture.

He initially began to build Urville with LEGO (!) in 1984, but 2 years later decided to draw it instead. In his own words, “I realised that I could expand the city in my mind without necessarily building it in Lego bricks.”

Great Fun is to be had selecting “play all” on the Futurama DVD discs and listening to the audio commentary. Sometimes, its even funnier than the episodes themselves. Also, this = wise.

I read an article in USA Today, and was struck by a quote made by Rush Limbaugh. The article is about the plea bargain Rush struck with the prosecutors. The quote is:

“Do you think if there was any real evidence, we would have reached a settlement?” Limbaugh said Monday on his radio show.

Hey, Rush, the real question is, if there wasn’t any real evidence, why’d you agree to plea?

You got off light. Send up a prayer of thanks, and stop trying to convince everyone that what you didn’t wasn’t really all thaaaaat bad.

I woke up at 7am, for some odd reason, and wandered around my apartment until I looked at a clock which read “6am.” Knowing that I haven’t set it forward, I wondered why I’d woken up so early, and resolved to go back to sleep.

I had a killer headache in my left temple — possibly a contributing factor — and felt distinctly nauseous. I even took a towel into my bedroom and layed it out across the floor so that if the need should arise, I could throw up on something other than the carpet.

Anyway, flash forward two hours, the headache is a dull roar and I don’t feel nauseous. I knew I should have thrown away that maccaroni salad from last week — assuming, of course, that was the cause.

Work should be fun. I hope I don’t throw up over anyone’s cold cut. At least I’m working inside.

Update:

Immediately after writing this post, I was taken by a strong urge to get my ass over an open toilet. After vacating my bowels, I felt considerably better. It was also the first time Tippy and I have both used the bathroom at the same time, and it was a little disconcerting — usually, when I’m on the toilet, I leave the bathroom door open and the cats watch me from the hall. This time, she’s in the litter box with her head stuck out the hutch, I’m on the toilet looking at her, and she’s giving me the evil eye: “Whatcha lookin’ at, punk?”

Cute and mildly disturbing.