Empty Calories
No new ideas today, so I'm going to do a "random thoughts" type thing. Most of these are things people have heard from me before. Some are brandy-spankin' new right out o' da box.
At some point, the complete running time of my DVD collection will exceed the amount of time I have remaining to live.
When I see dead deer on the side of the road in the morning, I sometimes think a small percentage of them are just drunk victims of a deer fraternity prank. They'll wake up around noon with a hangover and "Bambi" written on their forehead in permanent marker.
Of all the classes of people that I would expect to drive slowly, senior citizens are far down on the list. If anyone should be in a hurry to get somewhere, it's the octogenarians.
I was driving to work one morning, and the man in front of me looked remarkably like Manuel Noriega. It turned out to be a woman who looked remarkably like Manuel Noriega.
After a friend's nuptials a few years back, the wedding party went for photos in a "memorial park." While the bride and groom were off doing a Heathcliff and Catherine thing on some gazebo, I and my fellow attendants were off looking at headstones. I suggested we find spousal plots with only one internment, and play matchmaker with the remaining living persons. Unfortunately, we had to go to the reception shortly thereafter, so it didn't get very far. I consider it a missed opportunity.
I think a handful of casualties from the WTC are people that showed up for work late, were spared a horrible death in the towers and used it as an opportunity to escape their lives and start over elsewhere. Those people would be interesting to meet.
I was offered a complimentary room in Las Vegas for New Year's Eve a couple years back. I'd already been there the prior new year, so I decided to pass. A friend said, "I don't think you'll ever have a regret on your deathbed about spending too many New Year's Eves in Vegas." I replied, "I will if my deathbed is in the North Tower of the Las Vegas Hilton on New Year's Eve!"
Hopefully I'll have a topic tomorrow.
At some point, the complete running time of my DVD collection will exceed the amount of time I have remaining to live.
When I see dead deer on the side of the road in the morning, I sometimes think a small percentage of them are just drunk victims of a deer fraternity prank. They'll wake up around noon with a hangover and "Bambi" written on their forehead in permanent marker.
Of all the classes of people that I would expect to drive slowly, senior citizens are far down on the list. If anyone should be in a hurry to get somewhere, it's the octogenarians.
I was driving to work one morning, and the man in front of me looked remarkably like Manuel Noriega. It turned out to be a woman who looked remarkably like Manuel Noriega.
After a friend's nuptials a few years back, the wedding party went for photos in a "memorial park." While the bride and groom were off doing a Heathcliff and Catherine thing on some gazebo, I and my fellow attendants were off looking at headstones. I suggested we find spousal plots with only one internment, and play matchmaker with the remaining living persons. Unfortunately, we had to go to the reception shortly thereafter, so it didn't get very far. I consider it a missed opportunity.
I think a handful of casualties from the WTC are people that showed up for work late, were spared a horrible death in the towers and used it as an opportunity to escape their lives and start over elsewhere. Those people would be interesting to meet.
I was offered a complimentary room in Las Vegas for New Year's Eve a couple years back. I'd already been there the prior new year, so I decided to pass. A friend said, "I don't think you'll ever have a regret on your deathbed about spending too many New Year's Eves in Vegas." I replied, "I will if my deathbed is in the North Tower of the Las Vegas Hilton on New Year's Eve!"
Hopefully I'll have a topic tomorrow.
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