...it's a bird; it's a plane; it's...rain?? That's right--the wet stuff has been in the area for two days in a row now. It's not like this will make even the mildest dent in the drought that we've had here in Texas for the past several months, but at least it will provide a bit of relief for everyone's beleaguered lawns and landscaping. Of course, that meant that, from what I heard on the radio, rush hour yesterday afternoon was evidently a nightmare; couple that with last weekend's icy conditions, and I'm sure that means that plenty of insurance adjusters and car-rental execs will be fat and happy this week.
It'll be a good weekend, even if it's busy; my high-schoolers have solo and ensemble as we speak, I'll be catching the Two O'Clock later on today in Frisco (opening act: the Frisco Community Jazz Band, directed by frequent commenter Gary P.), and the Cool Concert Tour kicks off tomorrow with a trip to Keller to see Maynard Ferguson. In between all that, I might well finish all the posts that have been half-completed since earlier in the week.
Keys on the kitten: I hadn't seen this in years, but Gizmodo recently posted the famous picture of the cat piano. Note to PETA: No actual felines were harmed in the making of this drawing. (Hat tip: Instapundit)
It took a lot of "stones" to do this: Streakers have been an unwelcome, if amusing, part of various big events for over three decades now; one even interrupted our marching band in college when we were putting on an exhibition (heh) show at a high school marching contest. But the last place I ever expected to hear about a streaker was at an Olympic curling match. Brrrrr....