Sometimes I don't feel like fleshing out a post. I mean, it's Sunday, the day we all enjoy because we don't go to church. Why ruin that with work? So without further delay, I present these unexpanded snippets of thoughts:
As the chicken without a head media parrots nonsense at the heads in the sand public, blogs ask "Have we learned nothing?" Well of course we haven't. Where would people have learned anything from?In closing, I would like to remind you about the wonderful privacy of the Internet. Go ahead, spill your guts in the comments. I've got your back. Don't worry about a thing.
There's a player for the Texas Rangers whose name is Nick Tepesch. This reminds me of Vlad Tepys, whose last name I was assured was pronounced Tsepesch. However, I was once told that Lech Walesa was pronounced Neck Nawensa. I mean, it was Sharday all over again. You can't trust the pronunciation police.
“Obviously it goes without saying that…" Way to kick the scaffolding out from under your sentence, guys!
Humans have become the Rapa Nui, and Earth has become Easter Island. By paying attention to nonsensical things — statues for them, religion for us — each group let their world die.
I spilled an entire diet Coke on the TV remote and it still worked. I find this bizarre, but thrilling.
I just thought of a great rejoinder for a conversation that occurred 30 years ago. Damn!
Voltaire said "to learn who rules over you, Simply find out whom you are not allowed to criticize." Ahem, that would be the NSA.
Everyone except Klingons wants to die in their sleep. The next favorite way to die is keeling over. Keeling over is very, very big. Personally, I would like to be sucked up into a tornado, never to be seen again. What ending are you hoping for?