One of these days it’ll really snow. No, really. Honest! Hey, get back here! I didn’t tell you about the time I had to walk uphill in the snow, both ways, to get home- ahh forget it. Go vote Gracie Allen in for President.
So the blog was down for a day and now it’s back, you can access it directly at blog.ipstenu.org, and I’ve imported my old Open Journal entries. All seven of them. Today’s topic is not the Girl Scout Cookies I just bought, but Thin Mints are kosher. Yay!
Nashville’s pretty. It’s nice. It has this really whacked out Devil Building, a backwards highway system, some weird mix between South and North as far as music goes, and all in all, it’s worth a drive through. On the other hand, that town was really made for people PASSING through.
It took me forever to understand that those ‘verb’ commercials were basicaly saying ‘kids, get out an exercise’. Sheesh. If you’re trying to get a couch potato out there, you may want to try being a little more obvious. TV makes us stupid, fat and lazy, after all.
I knew it was going to happen again. The laws of probability can’t be changed any more than you can change the laws of gravity. Nothing is 100% effective (read the back of a condom box, guys). That said, we can’t allow one accident to stop us. Don’t let the crews of Apollo 1, Challenger and Columbia have died in vain. Support NASA. Oh and NASA? Get your shit in gear and stop being so political.
A family tradition that I broke! Ipstenu SMASH!
I know from cold, okay? No biggie. I know from time wasted. I’ve been in airports. Those things don’t bother me. But 8 degrees and the office bus system charfs? Nuh uh!
Not to sound like a modern day pop song, but history and change are qually important to the world. And yet so many of us ignore history and reject change. It’s enough to make me want to be a Unabomber.
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Thank every thing held holy by man. Praise all the deities in the world. Christmas is over and it’ll be another year before I have to deal with the fat man, the songs, the Salvation Army and the incessant ‘Merry Chirstmas’ing I got every day. Oh yes, and another year before someone tells me that NORAD’s tracking of Santa will make any kid who’s got access to the ‘net actually believe in that stuff.