Order the new Spider-Man game from Amazon and get to play as Stan Lee!

Forest Service may blow up frozen cows in cabin

It may take explosives to dislodge a group of cows that wandered into an old ranger cabin high in the Rocky Mountains, then died and froze solid when they couldn't get out.

"...and I shall name her...Rainbow Dash!"

A few months ago I was goofing around when the idea of getting personalized plates for the new Jeep came to mind. We've got 'em for the other Jeep, and since this new one has more or less become my midlife crisis toy (satellite radio, four wheel drive, etc.), and since I'd gotten a surprisingly nice bonus from work this year, I figured what the hell.

The problem was deciding what to get. All the obvious ones have long since been taken, so it required a bit of thinking. And then something occurred to me, based on a favorite movie, and lo and behold, it hadn't been claimed. Probably because it was pretty damn obscure, but sometimes those are the best ones. Besides, it amused me and that's all that really mattered.

I picked them up today:

I've warned Darling Daughter several times over the years: it doesn't matter how young or old she is, whether she's single or married, how many or how few kids she's had, how many awards she's granted or crimes convicted for, she was, is and always will be my little girl, and there is NOTHING she can do about it.

I usually get a few eyerolls in reply, but y'know, that's expected. I think secretly she's pleased. Too bad if she isn't.

I still remember bringing her home in the van, going to retrieve her and finding her slumped over in her car seat and for one brief panic-filled moment thinking "Oh my God, I've already killed her!" And then putting her in that basinett and looking over at Red, the same thought running through our minds: "Now what?" And of course getting up three or four times that first night to just to make sure she was still breathing. Oh yeah, now we laugh about it. But dear god those first days of parenthood are utterly terrifying.

How have 20 years passed so quickly? And how, despite my best efforts, did I end up with such an incredible, funny, smart, snarky and beautiful daughter?

(Well, duh. Her mother, obviously. I know.)

But in the meantime...happy 20th birthday to my Darling Daughter, Shelby. I am a very proud father who loves his little girl very, very much. And that is NEVER going to change. So deal with it.

I'm sure you will with your usual matchless style and grace. Happy birthday, Darling Daughter. :)

There is no way in hell they're going to top last year's craziness, but GO CARDINALS!

This has been going around our department for awhile; the Redhead asked for a copy, and I figured I might as well share it with all of you.

Ultraman Foundation is...
a foundation that acknowledges children are the hope for the future, and will provide everlasting support in all kinds of ways for the welfare and well being of all children.

It is our mission to bring back the smiles to the faces of each child as soon as possible, and we pray from our heart that the children will move on to their bright future.

I got this from the Redhead, who got it from the Straight Dope Message Board.

From the original poster: The performance of "Daiku", "The Ninth", Beethoven's 9th Symphony with 10000 (amateur) chorus singers is a Japanese highlight every year in the end of December. Here is the last movement, recorded at the 2011 concert in Osaka, this year dedicated especially to the memory of the victims of the desastrous tsunami in March.

Enjoy.