I acquired a new lava lamp a few weeks ago, and the bulb just died. I call my lamp Harry, because it looks vaguely like a wizard... with stars and moons on it, a pointed hat, etc. Reminds me of Harry Potter. The picture at the left isn't of my lamp, by the way... mine's blue/yellow. But you get the idea. I know you were wondering.

Let us mourn this bulb's passing, and pray to any applicable gods the replacement bulb is cheap and long lasting, and the Harry the Lamp's ooze will... um, ooze forever more.

Okay, that sounds dirty. Oh well.

I just looked up my lamp online, and discovered it's called the Wizard. I guess it's time to gather up Dorothy and Toto to see if we can find that bulb so we can... *sigh*... see the Wizard once again.

In other news, today is September 11th, the second anniversary of the WTC and Petagon terrorist attacks. I'm torn as to how to commemorate the day -- watch the news broadcasts, sit in silence, go about my regular activities... nothing seems fitting, or enough, or worthy. All those people died, and the threat is still very real and out there. But so is the human spirit. "All we need is love."

"I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart." ~ Ann Frank