… catch your tire in a railroad track.
Thankfully I was less than a mile from home. But holey Samantha Fox it was painful.
It's like a Thriller Video with a distinctly different demo.
… catch your tire in a railroad track.
Thankfully I was less than a mile from home. But holey Samantha Fox it was painful.
It's like a Thriller Video with a distinctly different demo.
I was watching “The King’s Speech” (better than really good btw), while the Bin Laden news broke last night. After I extricated the disc from my Blu-ray player and inserted it into its mail-back sleeve; I activated Bobby Flay’s new show from my DVR. Expecting to see Bobby Flay and Curtis Stone on my large flat display, I was markedly thrown by the appearance of Brian Williams and other important correspondents.
Through still-teary eyes; I half-read the Headline, “Breaking News: Barack Obama to announce, Osama Bin Laden is dead.” I very nearly vomited in my popcorn bowl; as my brain somehow mis-paraphrased the actual message and processed, “Breaking news, Barack Obama is dead.” For a brief moment I recalled the exact flushed with nausea – achingly uncertain trepidation I had experienced while watching the first tower deliberately crumble to New York's hallowed terra, nearly ten years ago.
… there is no purpose in life. All biological beauty happens not in order to copy genes, but because it happened to copy genes in the past.
The gene reproduction strategy that happened to work for our species is love… Once you go insane for another, you transmogrify into the state your sanity was built for.
- Joe Quirk