Ovum Design. Ovum Design? Who thought this would be a good idea? Probably the same guy who put a little animated ovum in the site intro. Imagine the meeting:

The Idea Guy: Ovum. Like an egg. You know “hatching” ideas, “giving birth” to new concepts.

The Skeptic: I don’t know, doesn’t that sound a little odd? Like we’re naming our company after part of the reproductive process? It’s kinda… gross.

The Big Boss Man: Conception… Creation… You know, I like it.

Go to the site and watch the egg drop. But for the most amusing part, take a peek at the staff list: Jason, Kenneth, David, Grant, Geoff. Not a single ovulater among them.

3:01 p.m.

So, I’ve been collecting photos again. These people are working, playing, and fighting, but all of them look as though they’re dancing.

10:09 a.m.

Estivation–passing the summer in a state of torpor

1:43 p.m.

The Sacramento News and Review has a short story contest every year. I think entries have to be under 52 words. I clipped this winner from several years ago, and came across it again today:

Choosing a Mindful Mate

She wanted to see how mindless people could be at a party. So she mixed Crisco, vinegar and assorted spices in an attractive pottery bowl and set it next to a basket of chips. It went as fast as the bean dip. Except one man deposited his mouthful into a napkin. This would be the man for her.

3:32 p.m.

People in the Neighborhood:

The guy three houses down from me has a big dog. Every time I pass, he nods toward the dog and says, “He’s friendly.” The first time, I didn’t think anything of it. Around the fifteenth time, I started to get uncomfortable. My theory is that my neighbor doth protest too much. At some point, that dog must have killed a small child or his owner wouldn’t be so insistent about how friendly he is. Friendly as in, “I just don’t understand why Cuddles ripped that woman’s arm off, he’s always been so friendly.”

2:19 p.m.