This is what I was greeted with when I came to bed the other night... my two favorite girls. I love my life.

Welcome to the big show, Zayne Alexander Jennings. My friends Mike (a.k.a. "Hippie" in his previous life) and Melanie had their first baby boy this past Friday. He's a tiny little guy with lotsa hair and even more touchdown catches ahead of him. Let's hope the checkerboard clown shoes bypass a generation, though. (Sorry, Hippie... it was too easy. [grin]).

By the way, you can see more of Mike and Melanie from a while back here and here.

I love behind the scenes documentaries. Gimme a show about how something's made, and I'll give you 30 minutes of my life to watch it. Sometimes 60 if it's really cool. Well, here's my behind-the-scenes mockumentary. Recently, I announced some new textures from Italy, and I created a video tutorial to show how I use them. After take 12, I had a pretty good video ready to go... until I listened to the audio. Sounded like I was in a windstorm, and every time I said the letter "p" or "t", the puff air created in the enunciation sounded like a tornado was camped outside my window. Zoinks, Shaggy. Thanks to my buddy, Robin, who's got a background in AV equipment and basically all things electronic, I managed to create a DIY solution to fix the problem based on his instructions. Tools required? A wire hanger, some duct tape (of course), and a pair of panty hose. I felt like a MacGyver, and it worked like a champ to get me out of a jam. The audio sound soooo much better with this little contraption. BTW, the Nikon 70-200mm lens box served only as a stand to elevate the microphone closer to my mouth during recording. I bet Paul Harvey didn't have such humble microphone beginnings.

Every year about this time, the fields beside the highways in Texas turn into a sea of bluish purple with the Blue Bonnets in full bloom. Thanks to all the people that honked at me and yelled unintelligible and/or unrepeatable greetings while driving by at 90MPH as I was trying to take a couple quick photographs while parked along the George Bush Turnpike. Love you, too.

The 411 Who: Guess What: MacBook Pro power cord When: Time of death - 10:14pm on Day 103 Where: In the living room behind the couch Why: Motive remains unclear at this time, but suspect appears unremorseful. May have wanted a matching cable to go with the Wacom Tablet cable she allegedly chewed in a previous offense.