Who would have thought that a tree falling on a power line would be predictable. Oh wait, I did, and just yesterday.
Who would have thought that a tree falling on a power line would be predictable. Oh wait, I did, and just yesterday.
Once again, New York prepares for the arrival of a hurricane. Seasonal storms are like Christmas chum to the retailers of hardware supplies, flashlights and batteries, portable generators, and bottled water. Selling emergency supplies to the masses who are driven by media-induced panic and beset by overwhelming fear is like selling crack to the homeless. …
I am of the opinion that the rise in popularity of social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter are due more to the general increase in our overall levels of boredom. Movies and television, the old standbys of passive mindless timewasting, have become so filled with smelly awfulness that we can’t take it anymore. Hey! …
In rural areas, the source of the perpetual chirping noise is crickets. As annoying as that sound is, the New York City equivalent is the constant din of car horns. The drivers, here, honk at everything, and I’m not talking about happy eighth-note, “Hey! How you doing?” kind of honks, either. No, these are angry-whole …
I hear about them on the news: Vietnam, Colombia, Sudan, Nicaragua, and just about all over the world, but usually in jungle areas, armed gorillas attacking towns, villages, and government operated facilities. I don’t understand it. Why are the gorillas so angry? Did someone hide their bananas? More importantly, where did they get the guns? …
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