It's Steve (now in blog form)

Some of you have probably already figured out that deep down I’m actually a nine year old science dork.  It was entirely clear when I went to DC a couple of weeks ago and managed to fit in a few hours at the Smithsonian.  How can you possibly pass up a chance to see dinosaurs and spaceships on the same day?!?!?  All the pics are here. Now I just need to figure out how to get to Space Camp….

Why does DC have a truck that delivers salt? How much are they using?

I got to touch a moon rock.  Sure it’s just basalt, but it’s SPACE BASALT (that’s the best kind of basalt).

If nuclear armageddon had happened in the 80′s, this is the last thing you would have seen.

This is where all the Tang goes

All of the non-tech dorks can skip this one.  For the rest of you: Holy Shit! That’s a CRAY!!!!

I like dinosaurs…a lot.  How did I ever manage to get married?

These two pics make me laugh.  The fossil processing lab has been turned into an exhibit.  I like their sign

I just missed feeding time.

So there you go, my science dork afternoon in DC.  Stay tuned for our next dork adventure: LEGOLAND!  (I’m a little embarrassed about all this actually.  No idea why I feel compelled to share.  *sigh*).

I’d like to take a moment to consider Mr. Hotdog.  Ben and I went to the Rosebowl Swap Meet to dork around a couple of weeks ago and were fortunate enough to come across Mr. Hotdog.  He’s about 3 feet tall, has tennis shoes, and is covering himself with condiments.  It’s probably best to just show him.

Let’s talk about the elements of this piece that I find the most troubling (when I say “troubling” I mean “keeps me up at night because my brain can’t quite process the experience”).

1. Why is his shoe untied?  Is this some sort of commentary on the inevitability of his being caught and consumed? Or is it perhaps a function of the poor craftsmanship of the artist?
2. Is the lower hotdog nub functioning as a third leg (no double entendre intended) or is a hinderance?
3. I’m undecided whether his expression is one of steely determination or resignation to mastication.
4. At $40 I can’t believe I didn’t buy it.

I love you Mr. Hotdog.

The last few weeks have brought some more great signs.  So happy.

All the tech dorks are giggling.  Everyone else is confused.  All is as it should be.

This control panel is in Saint John’s Hospital in Santa Monica.  I wonder what it adjusts….

Legoland has the most brilliant bathroom signs ever. “My lego man is doing the pee pee dance!!!”