The very definition of surreal:
A guy stands up at a school board meeting, spray paints some kind of symbol on the wall, and then proceeds to take everyone hostage. He releases the women present, and even after one of them swings her purse at him, he doesn’t fire. He then walks to the center of the room, and fires several rounds at point blank range toward the board members seated in front of him, missing each time. A security guard fires at him from much further away, and the guy falls wounded to the floor. He then takes his own life. Yes, the woman was brave, and the guard did his job, but I’m left wondering if the guy really had murder in mind? I mean, you have to be a pretty crack shot to MISS from that distance. Any chance this guy just wanted to terrorize this group of people? We’ll never know.
The Senate will most likely find a way to screw up the DADT repeal.
Who knew that a fraction of people receiving long term unemployment benefits could wield so much power?
Dear companies that I buy stuff from: I don’t need several emails a day from you telling me about your latest promotion. I really don’t.
It doesn’t seem mad to require people moving across borders to have proper documentation, but a shipment of automatic weapons doesn’t bother us that much?
Nobody thought that what amounted to a tarp thrown across a stadium in MINNESOTA might give way in a snow storm? I’ve been there in July, and needed a light jacket.
Watched guys install some carpet yesterday. These days, you can buy carpet that has yarn infused in it, is stain resistant (including pet urine), and is woven in a manner that prevents something called “pilling.” They have made some serious strides in the production of floor covering…yet, unbelievably, the guys still install it by slamming their middle-aged knees into a padded steel bar. Whine to them about carpal tunnel.
I find it comforting to know the areas behind my stove and fridge are clean and debris free.
One day, I’ll use my phone to make dozens of calls, send and receive several emails and text messages, adjust the roster of my fantasy football team, watch a “how to” video on Youtube, and still have a few bars left in my battery. The next day, after re-charging, I won’t even pick it up and my battery is almost dead. It’s all quite random.
I somehow wound up on the Davidson Conservatives email list. Man, these guys like to meet. I’d sooner make love to a llama.
I have the most complimentary spam.