Is this a...what day is this?

Not much to report.

Work is pretty busy. I'm working on the type of project where the prep work is very time consuming. A lot of seemingly trivial decisions need to be made in short order so we can finalize the goals and requirements, complete the design, and begin building the application. We had a three hour meeting to review 16 design issues. We only got 4 firmly resolved and our discussions generated two new issues. The rest all require input from some other department or individual. But we did make some progress.

Last weekend, Travis joined us for dinner at Ting's...

...and Andrew and Travis stayed over Saturday night. Sunday they jammed. I told them I planned to suplement my income by selling pictures of them once they are rich and famous.

This is a little geeky and a little off color, but Chris and I got our horses in World of Warcraft. And I managed to capture this screenshot...

Other than that, with each passing day, I grow more and more frustrated with Hillary Clinton. At the same time, I become more and more confident in Obama's campaign. I remember when Hillary first started with the typical campaign attacks, and my initial reaction was that Obama should hit back hard. And when he didn't, I thought there was no way he could survive. But he did, and he has, and he continues to triumph without resorting to politics as usual.

Rachel and I had a discussion the other night that started with, "How did the grunge movement start and could it happen today?" We agreed that any new "movement" is co-opted before it can fully materialize, at least in terms of consumerism and commercial viability. But I believe that Obama's campaign is a movement. I also believe that between now and the general election, it will gain momentum as people begin to realize what's been done to them over the years by two Bushes and a Clinton. I believe this political movement will be energized by a new workers movement. Which will in turn reinvigorate the anti-war movement. And before you know it, all of our problems will be solved.

At least that's what I'm wishing for when I blow out the candles on my cake next week.