This is probably an exceedingly stupid question, but here goes... I have tons of pics on my computer that I'd like to burn to a disk so that I'll have them in case my computer ever crashes. I may have even done this before, I can't remember, but I'm too lazy to play around and try to figure out how to do it. A really simple, step-by-step, for-dummies type answer would be appreciated. Thanks!

Men, have you spent many a sleepless night wondering exactly what numerically quantified value you are to the opposite sex? Women, do you wish you could give your man a report card? The solution is finally here! It's the Male Scale, a scientifically proven method to rate a man's attractiveness, sensitivity, and usefulness, and for a limited time, it's yours free! To use the Male Scale, simply answer the questions (men answer for themselves, women answer for their husbands or partners) a...

Liberals left muddy footprints on the floor after you'd just mopped. Liberals ate the last piece of cake that you'd planned on having for breakfast. Liberals let their dog take a dump on your front lawn. Liberals shook up your soda before you opened it. Liberals left the toilet seat up and forgot to flush. Liberals drank the last of the milk and put the carton back in the fridge. Liberals got in line in front of you at the post office and paid for their book of stamps with l...

Some self-obsessed yet creative teen down at Quiz Farm has posted a pretty fun little quiz to help you get in touch with your inner lesbian. The questions assume that you actually are a lesbian, but that didn't stop me. I'm a Suprise! Dyke, ala Portia De Rossi (aka Ellen's girlfriend). You scored as The Surprise! Dyke . Despite the dead giveaways, such as the tattoos and love of the L Word, people still seem to think that you're straight. The Surprise! Dyke ...

Oprah, Rusesabagina Given Freedom Awards Both individuals are receiving the National Civil Rights Museum's Freedom Award (National for Oprah, and International for Paul Rusesabagina). These awards recognize their sacrifices and efforts to aid their fellow man. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't believe that Oprah's fit to tie Paul Rusesabagina's shoe. I think it diminishes the public's understanding of the horror he lived through, the amazing heroism of his deeds, and the monumental sacri...

Wouldn't you like to sleep in this bad mofo? It's a couple of years old and has lived through some rough "missions," but I still think my boys' bunk bed is just about the coolest thing ever.

This might have been one of my favorite fourth of Julys ever, and that's something, coming from a Texan. We had a spectacular view of the firework display from the boys' playroom upstairs. We opened up their window and gathered around and watched the fireworks. It was incredible. It was so nice to be together as a family, with the boys chattering excitedly and Adrian running his hand over my back as we took in the view. The fireworks were just...wow. Red, white, and blue. Purpl...

I have been home for a few months now but it still borders on surreal. I keep expecting to wake up in a dark metal container so far away from everything I know. A different world... But instead I wake up in a nice large bed, in beautiful Hawaii, next to my even more beautiful wife. Sometimes, I will sit and look at her and draw her essence into me, a sort of secret ritual I would never tell her about for fear that she would think I'm silly. She is so much to me, she affects every fa...

It's been said that my house is boring. Tortuously boring, even. With that in mind, I have come up with a humane alternative to Gitmo. Our terrorist's day will start at 7:30 am, when he crawls out of his bed (which ironically, is a bunk bed that looks just like a military vehicle, you'd just have to see it), and searches through his drawers for clean clothes. He'll find clean underwear plus a t-shirt or shorts. He'll never find both. Mr. Terrorist will have to come down the stai...

My third blog today, apologies. After the ceremony, Adrian was able to come home from work for the day. We had lunch. I blogged. He watched TV. At some point during our separate lounging we reached the consensus that we should have sex. Right away. We got upstairs and disrobed and played around and joked for a bit. We got distracted by children yelling outside, but decided that the mood hadn't passed yet and we should proceed with the plan. Just as skin began to meet sk...

My third blog today, apologies. After the ceremony, Adrian was able to come home from work for the day. We had lunch. I blogged. He watched TV. At some point during our separate lounging we reached the consensus that we should have sex. Right away. We got upstairs and disrobed and played around and joked for a bit. We got distracted by children yelling outside, but decided that the mood hadn't passed yet and we should proceed with the plan. Just as skin began to meet sk...

He always comes in and gives me a kiss before he leaves for work. Sometimes he's in his PTs, but this morning he was in his brown t-shirt and his skivvies. He was still getting ready, so I stretched as he went back down the stairs. I crawled out of bed, still sleepy and just emerging from a dream. I slipped on my pajama pants and grabbed my glasses and went downstairs to him. When I got downstairs he was in his BDU pants and was fiddling with his LBV. Frustrated, he was attempting...

I get in trouble for saying it. I suppose it's annoying. "Uh oh. I have The Pizza Sickness." "No you don't. There's no such thing as the pizza sickness. Stop saying that." But it's true. I'm sure there's some logical explanation for it. It probably has a name (besides The Pizza Sickness, that is). Everytime I eat a lot of pizza (actually, everytime I eat pizza I eat a lot of pizza, but anyways), I inevitably end up insanely thirsty. After two (ok, three or four) slice...

My dress came today. Mailed all the way from Hong Kong. I excitedly tore open the brown paper bag it came in with my bare hands. The dress was sealed in a clear plastic bag, and I ripped that one open with my teeth, and then I bounded up the stairs to try the dress on. The dress is beautiful. Very detailed and feminine. It even has little sparkles that manage to dust everything it touches. I stepped into the dress and pulled the top up over my chest. I started zipping the dress ...

A big thank you to Chrissy for the inspiration for this blog. I won't presume that I speak for all women with this, but I strongly suspect I'm not alone on this, either. What we want is an intentional act that demonstrates effort and interest. That's it. We want you guys to set out to do something for us that requires some sort of effort on your part and that shows that you've paid attention to what we like and who we are. This is not all that difficult, and it's certainly...