I started Something Glorious because I love the joy food, drinks, and travel offer to so many people. Gathering with friends and family over a meal with a nice bottle of wine, in a special — or even not so special — setting can result in memorable stories, laughs, and sometimes even tears (often times from la… ncG1vNJzZmiZop6vprrDnqmso6ljwLau0q2YnKNemLyue89om5qmmZq5onnSqKuoZZmju6a%2F

I like jokes. I like laughing. Out loud. I quite like smiling. And I quite the like feeling of having spotted something really subtle. But I think I like laughing the best. I fully appreciate that some people don't like laughing. Somehow, some of them are TV critics. It's understandable to some extent. Most comedies wouldn't seem all that funny when played on a preview disc at 11am in a brightly lit lounge on a Tuesday morning.

Within the last few weeks, my feeds have been inundated with flashy videos with a new buzz phrase…GAUSSIAN SPLATTING!!! And when I saw it, I believe I reacted in an entirely rational way…I was furious. WTF is this, now!?!?!? I have spent the last couple of years being thoroughly curious about NERFs and GenAI and Neural Rendering and Deep Learning Upsampling and SDK Modeling and GLBs and GTLFs and USD and USDa and USDc and USDz….

Sometimes I engage in a little capitalism, as a treat. Like many, my first flirtation with caffeine was through Starbucks. Starbucks essentially created modern coffee “culture,” meaning it transformed imported coffee culture into an Americanized grab-and-go sugar factory, exporting this unrecognizable version back to its origins. Now, Starbucks delivers eviction notices to coffee bars in Europe. Out with the old and in with the new. I have a morbid curiosity toward Americanization, monopolization, insert fancy verb here.

Equal parts storyteller, sage, fire-and-brimstone preacher, rollin’-and-tumblin’ bluesman, and rock guitar hero, Billy Gibbons has been entertaining family, friends, and fans for more than a half-century. Offstage, he carries himself with an almost professorial dignity, parsing his phrases carefully as he pulls on his foot-long beard. He laces his conversation with sly innuendos, double entendres, and gentle Texas charm. He’s charismatic, generous, and funny, a passionate collector of classic cars, fine art, weird hats, rare records, and bizarre and beautiful guitars.