Oh, sorry.

I’ve been in Florida visiting the folks with the girlfriend.  Watching the news, loving that each time they show protesters in Iran, there are more, and more.  Kim Jong Il is probably pissed that his  nuclear reindeer games have been overshadowed by Iran’s ongoing implosion.  Oh, wait, he is, apparently, because he’s threatening Hawaii.  Sort of.

Florida’s nice though.  California next week.  It’s a good summer to be James.  Y’know, minus the geopolitical kaleidescope of effedupedness going reon.

Here’s a picture of the pizza my parents made in their brick oven outside, just imported and built this week.  (I know, right?)