Showing someone around your city is harder than you think. While my parents were in town, I got us temporarily lost at least twice, mainly because I wasn’t used to looking through my town from the passenger seat, nor was I used to giving directions. There are so many things that my brain just does automatically. And so many things that it just doesn’t do. I’ve said it before and I’m typing it now: I ain’t that bright.
Showing someone around your city is harder than you think. While my parents were in town, I got us temporarily lost at least twice, mainly because I wasn’t used to looking through my town from the passenger seat, nor was I used to giving directions. There are so many things that my brain just does automatically. And so many things that it just doesn’t do. I’ve said it before and I’m typing it now: I ain’t that bright.
Reading Scott Goodyer’s blog is like finding a joke in some random place where jokes aren’t usually found. It’s like going to lunch, grabbing the ketchup bottle and then reading the phrase, “This Ketchup has Aids” on the bottle’s label. I mean, you can’t help but laugh, but then, at the same time, you’re not really sure what the hell you’re laughing at. You may not agree, but I dare you to do a better job defining whatever the hell it is that whacko does. Did you hear me? I dared you. Oh yeah, you have been dared.
PIC’s own E. Mike Tuckerson is spending the summer helping rebuild his hometown of New Orleans. On a related note, I once helped an old lady clean the leaves out of her gutters. We’re both humanitarians in our own way. Tuckerson’s way is just more, umm, humanitarian.
I don’t care what anyone says, no one is looking for Osama Bin Laden. You just can’t convince me otherwise. I mean, if America really was looking for him, wouldn’t we at least have some kind of bullshit name for it, like “Operation Find that Smelly Bastard”? And yes, I know I’m going to hell.
My parents are pretty proud of me. Not only have I thus far avoided a life in prison, but they didn’t see me drunk once this weekend. So there, Mr. Probation Officer. I told you I could do it; I just needed the right motivation.
President Bush is allegedly sending approximately 10,000 members of The National Guard to protect our borders from immigrants. In a related story, 20,000 jobs just opened up in the day labor market. Get your resumes ready.
And finally, because this is one of those entries where I pull a Goodyer and use as little logic and fluidity as is humanly possible, I leave you with the following, which was written on a flyer that (for whatever reason) wound up on the door of my apartment:
“Get your new roof today. It’s cheaper than you think.”