A guy, naked, gets stuck in the chimney of his stepmothers house, naked, for 5 hours, and that's not even the worst of his problems.

I did mention he was naked, right?

My digital camera has been malfunctioning for several months now, and sometimes I wonder if it ever worked properly at all. Not helping matters is my own ineptness in fully understanding all the features and how they work, exactly.

No worries though -- here's the latest Carnival of Digital Cameras to get me sorted out...I'll be taking professional grade pictures soon enough.

A big, brothy, nourishing bowl of soup.

Baseball is in full swing, and though I rarely actually watch a full game before September, I do follow the standings and the stats. I'm just thankful I don't have to watch baseball in Japan, where the 9:24 rule is invoked every night of the season.

And here's a useful Barry Bonds update...

Funny thing about worry and the associated feelings of guilt, and the self-loathing its usually attached to. But never mind all that, soon we'll have "Scarlett Johansson in a fur-trimmed bikini paddling a dugout canoe through a waterlogged Manhattan foraging for floating curly endives from once-fashionable eateries."

And maybe soon we'll also have real scientists doing real science...

Been awhile...anyone feel like going to a carnival?

There's the Carnival of Recipes, for openers, hosted by Everything and Nothing, which might be like being and not being, except it's not.

Mickey is hosting the Carnival of Dogs; the blog craze has evidently reached the canine world.

The Work At Home Mom Bloggers are hosting a Carnival of, um, Work At Home. I've worked from home with varying degrees of success, and its good to see someone taking a stab at filling the one significant downside of working from home: connectivity with others.

I'd link to last weeks Jack Bauer Carnival, but there'll be another one up by Tuesday. The body count is piling up around Bauer, so better to just wait. Of course, Jack Bauer isn't someone you should trifle with, so I better get on top of that. A few weeks ago someone counted how many times Jack Bauer screams "NOW!" in an hour, and it was like 87 or something. So he's not a particularly patient man either. So let's do this:

He doubtlessly traveled there in his flying car...

Blogging has become a once a week thing for me, if that, and will likely remain so for the next few months. And along comes the estimable Ann Althouse to say exactly the right thing at exactly the right time...

I was hoping for a technology leap to flying cars, but it seems we'll be leap-frogging right to space.

French Prime Minister Dominique de Villepin (who is a man) doesn't have a very manly signature.