Musings of a Most Random Nature
Most important announcement, of course, is that ljdq is still taking answers for the latest test. Come one, come all, play and enjoy, and, if necessary, join in criticizing my unnecessarily rough questions. It's bliiiiiissssss!
I personally am glad someone decided to make up a Terror Alert High in New York yesterday. It gives the police something to do. As well as the National Guardsmen. I think there were more cops riding my subway last night than there were passengers. I wonder if they get in free, or if they have to Metrocard it. Maybe that's why the MTA is raising fares- all these cops getting free rides off of terror alerts. So, in conclusion, Al Qaeda's latest attack involves raising commuting fees. Insidious bastards, they are.
"The Amazing Race" is indeed a fun show. Granted, my brand of fun involves watching the poor sots suffering through untold horrors on a quest for the million dollar prize. But they really need to up the challenge rating and make it more... exciting. I mean, they were in Egypt, in the Valley of Kings, poking around pyramids and holes. Did a single team get attacked by crocodiles? Or cursed by mummies? No. Nor did they get "appropriated" by Russian gangsters while in St. Petersburg. This race needs to be spiced up a notch. On the other hand, Chip is absolutely the man. Is it wrong for me to sing "Tote that barge, lift that bale" while a large black gentleman is pulling 600 lbs of stone across a desert landscape?
Disclaimer: I'm not really a racist. At least, I shouldn't be; my mom's black and imported straight from Africa itself. I just have bad thoughts sometimes. And by sometimes I mean pretty much all the time.
I'm coming to realize that titles can be extremely disconserting. Most particularly when applied to oneself without really expecting it. For instance, having anybody call me Uncle Hans is pretty funny... until my nephew actually did it for real. As in, I really was an uncle. Then seeing him call my parents Grandma and Grandpa... holyshitbatmotherfucker. I'm not psychologically prepared for this situation. I'm way old now. Hell, I get wiggy when children call me "Mister". That's just damn peculiar.
I personally am glad someone decided to make up a Terror Alert High in New York yesterday. It gives the police something to do. As well as the National Guardsmen. I think there were more cops riding my subway last night than there were passengers. I wonder if they get in free, or if they have to Metrocard it. Maybe that's why the MTA is raising fares- all these cops getting free rides off of terror alerts. So, in conclusion, Al Qaeda's latest attack involves raising commuting fees. Insidious bastards, they are.
"The Amazing Race" is indeed a fun show. Granted, my brand of fun involves watching the poor sots suffering through untold horrors on a quest for the million dollar prize. But they really need to up the challenge rating and make it more... exciting. I mean, they were in Egypt, in the Valley of Kings, poking around pyramids and holes. Did a single team get attacked by crocodiles? Or cursed by mummies? No. Nor did they get "appropriated" by Russian gangsters while in St. Petersburg. This race needs to be spiced up a notch. On the other hand, Chip is absolutely the man. Is it wrong for me to sing "Tote that barge, lift that bale" while a large black gentleman is pulling 600 lbs of stone across a desert landscape?
Disclaimer: I'm not really a racist. At least, I shouldn't be; my mom's black and imported straight from Africa itself. I just have bad thoughts sometimes. And by sometimes I mean pretty much all the time.
I'm coming to realize that titles can be extremely disconserting. Most particularly when applied to oneself without really expecting it. For instance, having anybody call me Uncle Hans is pretty funny... until my nephew actually did it for real. As in, I really was an uncle. Then seeing him call my parents Grandma and Grandpa... holyshitbatmotherfucker. I'm not psychologically prepared for this situation. I'm way old now. Hell, I get wiggy when children call me "Mister". That's just damn peculiar.