- Sorry to have been away. I’ve missed everyone, and missed our little coven. It was time for some much-needed hibernation.
- Today I am 36 years old. I am now closer to 40 than 30. Eh.
- Doug Peterson, spokesman at Johnson Space Center in Houston, said the following about nutjob astronaut Lisa Nowak: “Everything I’ve ever seen gave evidence to me that Lisa was one of our good astronauts . . . ” Where, exactly, do they keep the bad ones?
- Have you seen that commercial where people are in a cafeteria, dancing around like it’s a Broadway show, perfectly choreographed as they get their food and pay with credit cards. Then some poor sap tries to pay with cash, and the entire production is thrown into disarray, and the dancing folks stare daggers at the money user? A not-so-subtle nudge toward a cashless society, eh?
- Nebraska recently made it legal for citizens to legally carry concealed weapons, provided they pass a background check, register the weapon, take a gun safety course, etc. The other day I went to the Golden Arches for a cheeseburger, and saw a sign on the door declaring that weapons were not allowed. These are popping up everywhere in the wake of the new law. I found it interesting that they never posted such a sign before, and wondered why the contempt for law-abiding gun carriers. If you disagree with me on that last point, surely you would agree that it’s a horrible idea to advertise that everyone in the building is unarmed. If you’re a robber, which establishment will you choose? The one with the sign? Or without?
- Does anyone else share these weird movie-watching habits with me? 1. When characters are underwater, I hold my breath to see if I would survive. I never would. 2. When bugs are onscreen, my scalp itches like crazy. 3. When characters are nude onscreen, I look away. Haha, just kidding.
- A child molester in California was recently sentenced to 800 years to life. In case he serves the 800 years, he’ll have to serve the rest of his life. Better to just throw him to the sharks. I’ll buy a ticket.
- My daughters are trying to learn to jump rope, and I tried to teach them that old double-dutch rhyme “one, two, buckle my shoe . . .” but all I could think of was “one, two, Freddy’s gonna get you . . . ” Guess I showed my age on that one.
- I’m trying the new Blogger, so bear with me if anything goes wrong.
I’ll see you all on my rounds.