When I returned from my morning run today, LMA’s hair dryer was whirring on its shelf in the bathroom. Nobody was home while I was out. I figure it slipped from its usual perch, and in the slipping, the switch tripped. That must be what happened. Alternate theories are too gruesome to consider.
FDA study finds perchlorate (rocket fuel) in nation’s milk, lettuce. I suggest that this rocket fuel diet is propelling the elevated rates of hyperactivity seen lately among the nation’s children. On the bright side, this development suggests that the era of cheap spaceflight, available to everyman, is within reach. So close, in fact, we...
Advertising messages now printed on your processed potato snack food. What next? I advise the Cereal Co to make and market “‘Licious Logo Lumps”, the sweetened cereal nuggets shaped like America’s favorite brand logos!
It’s been smoky and ashy here the last few days. The Santa Ana Winds blow the smoke and ash from the fires in the mountains south toward Long Beach and the ocean. As seen in this satellite picture, or this one.
“If a single day goes by without my having done you some disservice I shall account it a day wasted. Good breeding and an innate compassion for the sickly and malformed prevent me expressing all that I think of you, so I shall just content myself with saying that it is my dearest dream...
Forgot to mention in the comment about forgetting that I suspect that the general anaesthesia offered before major surgery doesn’t actually block out consciousness and render the patient inert. Instead, the drugs force the patient to lie still and to later forget the trauma, like Caribbean Island zombies ethno-botanized into acquiesence and stupor. Afterward,...
Several months ago I started wearing eyeglasses to help me see things in the distance. I’m nearsighted. I’m myopic. My vision had been devolving for the past couple of years, but in the last few months before I visited the optometrist, the situation was getting out of hand. On the golf course I lost...
For breakfast today I’m having a Strawberry Zone Perfect bar and half a pot of coffee. I’m far too busy to have a proper Sunday morning breakfast.
One I thought I lost. I ripped it to my HD, and I’m listening to those old songs now. If I can get my shit together, I’ll burn all 18 of them to another CD for safekeeping. These tornado images belong to this site, which was authored by the same soul who authored the...
Last night my cat got his ass kicked by the neighborhood ruffian cat. I awoke to the caterwaul then dozed for a moment until I recognized Spoon’s voice in one-half of the racket. I jumped out of bed and ran out the door to find Spoon and the Ruffian cat tumbling across the neighbor’s...