OK, I’m sort of reading that into things.  But see if that’s not far from your own understanding:

New Scientist magazine just posted a thing about a study that finds that overconfident people are more likely to (a) wage war and (b) muck up the ensuing battles completely.

Say, now. . . really?

They found this result by setting up wargames with a bunch of volunteers, who had the ability to either negotiate or attack their opponents, all while wearing Clockwork Orange-style brainwave scanners* and genital strain gauges** and guys in labcoats tracked their strategies and progress.  Et voila:

Ah, but how will Chimpy’s legion discount the large public protests of his arrival in Austria?

Take the poll (although you may have to look for it, depending on which template you’ve got up just now).

Still fooling around with the site, as you may have noticed.

Polls are still here, to the right, just below the big freaking ad for my upcoming book.  (Have you noticed I’ve got a new book coming up in a couple of months?  Because I have a new book coming up.  I hope I haven’t forgotten to mention that.  The new book, I mean.)

If you scroll down, there’s a template chooser on the side that lets you screw around with how the site looks.  We’ll add more original art and play with the colors later.  For now, it’s more about the general shape of things: two-column, three-column, fixed-width, wide, narrow, etc.  All of the template names are pretty much gibberish, but if there’s one you think looks best, let me know.

Thanks!

Today’s World Cup results.

OK, I really only linked to this as an excuse to write that headline.

PS — tomorrow at noon, Trinidad and Tobago, the smallest country ever to make the World Cup, has its last game in pool play.  If they beat Paraguay and England beats the crud out of Sweden, the Soca Warriors actually have an outside shot at advancing.  There will be rejoicing from Guayaguayare to Tunapuna if that happens.

OK, I really only said that because it’s fun to write "Tunapuna."

Even so.  I will be thinking of absolutely nothing else between noon and 2 p.m. Pacific time.

Bad news for Kirstie Alley.