I'm going to make a shirt that says "Every Day is Science Friday" with maybe a dinosaur fighting a caveman on it or something equally scientific. (Because for a caveman to fight a dinosaur one of them had to have invented a time machine and gone back or forward in time in search of a worthy opponent.)

(Obviously.)

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You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 80% The Flash 75% Green Lantern 75% Superman 70% Catwoman 65% Robin 62% Wonder Woman 62% Supergirl 62% Iron Man 60% Batman 50% Hulk 35%

You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility. Also you have too many ferrets and a hydrogen tattoo.

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It's uncanny!

That could be my superhero theme: the mighty ferret. I kinda am like a ferret. Given the chance, I will sleep sixteen hours a day and hop around chittering accomplishing absolutely nothing for the remaining eight.

Ben Bova spoke at ASU today. It was at the little writing house we have on campus, a quaint little two story cottage nestled among some trees in one of the campus's larger patches of grass. I was shocked at the number of attendees; perhaps fifteen people. I sat on a big comfy couch directly across from Dr. Bova and munching on an assortment of (free!) snacks.

I think he thinks I don't believe in global warming because I made a disgusted face when he talked about it but that was because I had eaten a grape that had gotten hummus on it.

It was an excellent experience. I think I asked him at least 6 questions (redeeming myself, I hope, after the grape incident.)

After that, I went to the store to pick up a wireless keyboard and donated money again, this time to National Public Radio. As Eek the Cat would say: "It never hurts to help."

Today was a good day.

Here I go trying to do good things.

I donated a bit of the green stuff to Jaden's effort to combat diabetes, represented in the above picture by Venom. You can too, if you really want to. She is so very close to her goal.

I've been selected (by the highly competitive electronic equivalent of entering my name into a hat) to attend a conference on human rights this weekend. I'm pretty excited and also a little intimidated since I'll be following in the footsteps of such great men and women as Jarod Sibbitt, Mahatma Ghandi, and that girl who did that thing. What's her name...Jaden, I think. Yeah.

I'm not sure what I'm getting into but maybe I'll be able to better focus my efforts in making a bit of a difference.

At least I'm sure I'll be in excellent company.

I've always wondered where October comes from. I wasn't paying much attention at the end of September; the short months tend to throw me off. Maybe next year.

My old pal Gabe has helped me put together a new computer, or as he affectionately refers to them "a machine." I'm thoroughly pleased with the results. He and I went to an auction where a round, fast-talking cowboy-hatted guy decided that my hand motions, facial tics, and vocalizations were superior to all other bidders. This happened enough times for me to piece together most of what I'd need.

So here I am.

I have a lot to do tomorrow. I shouldn't even be up this late but I took a long nap this afternoon. Life is so hard.

I ordered a Sony Reader. Should be here in the beginning of November. I've decided to hollow out a book and keep the reader inside so to the casual observer it will appear that I am constantly reading To Kill A Mockingbird. Which I very well may be.

I saw Michael Chabon speak. He's quite a guy. Seems like a big kid, if not a slightly effeminate one. His voice reminds me of Kif from Futurama. He read an excellent short story and commented throughout on the writing process. Fun and educational.

I have my own short story to write in the next couple of weeks. I have the germ of an idea. Let us pray that the penicillin of sloth does not kill my budding culture. Or something.

Imagine this:

A majestic, booming symphony of some glorious music and a delighted Guillermo raising his arms towards the heavens as he shouts, "At last! At last! At last!"

I have to imagine it too; I can't do it right now. I am in the computer lab at school and they don't allow music, majestic or otherwise.

But the display dramatise is unnecessary in my heart for Slashdot has just informed me that what I've been waiting for since I first read about "electronic ink" has arrived:

The portable reader.

I can carry a virtual library with me everywhere I go. Mwahahaha.

I haven't bought it yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to. Who really needs an iPod, anyway?

In other news, I got the symbol for hydrogen tattooed on my right shoulder after my statistics class. What are the odds of that?

Bio for my softball team.

•Full Name: William Bryce Lopez Estrada [Guillermo is Espanol for William.]
•Nickname: Gurg
•Age: 24
•Date of Birth: May 12, 1982
•Place of Birth: St. Joseph's Hospital, Phoenix, Arizona.
•Astrological Sign: Cthulhu
•College Major or Area of Study (if applicable): Biology and Society; Creative Writing
•Favorite book: To Kill A Mockingbird
•Favorite movie: Edward Scissorhands
•Favorite band: Sarah Mclachlan
•Favorite breakfast cereal: Steak'ums.
•Favorite smell: Freedom
•Favorite sound: Laughter, even ridiculous annoying kinds.
•Favorite place: Home base.
•Favorite color: Dark grey, almost charcoal. With a yellow racing stripe.
•Favorite time of year: Whenever it's warm.
•Favorite time of day: The Witching Hour (Roald Dahl style.)
•Personal heroes: Jon Stewart.
•Personal anthem: Take On Me by A-ha.
•If you could have a super ability what would it be? Deadly wit.
•A genie grants you three wishes, what are they?
1. Avocado and tomato sandwich.
2. God to throw me a party.
3. Remove my deadly wit so I stop accidentally killing people.
•If you could be the lead singer of any band, what band would it be? Any celebrity fundraising musical ensemble.
•Which Hollywood actress/actor would you like to have dinner with? Portman. Natalie Portman.
•Do you play a musical instrument? I can make familiar but painful noise on a violin and a harmonica.
•Do you usually tip the waitress at Sonic? If I pay in cash, yeah. And I believe the correct term is "car hop".
•Have you had any major physical injuries? Busted me noggin open when I was a lad. Broke a toe. Nothing that kept me off my feet.
•If you were a Transformer, what would you transform into? I would constantly be transforming but never turn into anything (so a lot of wah-weh-woh sound and fury signifying nothing.)
•What do you want to be when you grow up? Happy together.
•What are your hobbies: Softball, reading, wacky animal biology, writing, running, biking, mischief-making.
•Have you ever had an encounter with a ghost? That's what I tell people whenever I wet my pants.
•What attributes would you say define beauty? I'm gonna have to go with the butt.
•You need a heart transplant and you have to get it from an animal whose 'spirit' will then influence your personality. Which animal's heart do you choose? Sonic the Hedgehog's.
•A nurse shark fights a jaguar, who will win? In deep or shallow water, a nurse shark. On terra firma, the nurse shark's cartilaginous skeleton would snap under its own weight.
•You've heard of those who cook/eat the turducken (a chicken stuffed inside of a duck stuffed inside of a turkey), what's the most bizarre, three-animals-stuffed-inside
-each-other dish you can come up with? Nurse-shark-Jaguar-Sonic The Hedgehog.
•Pigeon: friend or fo? Filthy sky vermin. Their day of reckoning will come, unless they all learn to to perform in magic shows like the rest of the doves.
•What are you going to be for Halloween?
Intoxicated in public.

Today's THING I HAVE NEVER SAID BEFORE:

"I wonder what a whale booty call sounds like? Mmmmwroooooo....mmmmmmwroooooo...."