Oh, CBS Evening News. PLEASE tell me that you did not say that the lead story about the soldier who received the transplant of two arms was ‘the most amazing story of the day, hands down.’
Superannuated
I am going to write a novel titled SUPERANNUATED, about a superhero who has outlived his usefulness
Final Fantasy
I won’t bother with Final Fantasy until I’ve played Penultimate Fantasy.
Snowing like crazy
I know what it looks like when it’s snowing like crazy out. What I want to know is, what does it look like when it’s snowing like sanity out?
Then again, I’m not sure I know what sanity looks like. Looking in the mirror sure didn’t give me any clues.
The suspension bridge of disbelief
I want to hire an engineer to design a Suspension Bridge of Disbelief. I’d charge tolls to cross it; double to come back.
Can I pretend I never heard this?
Newest wretched word heard on the radio this morning: the morning guy talked about an upcoming interview with a meteorologist about bad weather approaching. He announced “We will converse this at 7:20!”
Oh well. At least he did not say that he was going to be efforting the interview. I guess he already efforted it.
If you thought Converse was just a sneaker…
Newest wretched word heard on the radio this morning: the morning guy talked about an upcoming interview with a meteorologist about bad weather approaching. He announced “We will converse this at 7:20!”
Oh well. At least he did not say that he was going to be efforting the interview. I guess he already efforted it.
The infantilization of language
I’m listening to the radio, and I’m hearing this weight-loss ad on the radio. If you’re an adult, that place between your chest and your hips is your stomach, not your tummy. If your tummy is too big, perhaps it got that way by eating too many sammies, or have you been overindulging in psgetti again? Just… STOP, before I have to come over there and make you stand in the corner.
Cereal monogamist
I am a cereal monogamist. I finish my corn flakes before I go shopping for raisin bran.
I love the letter Z.
I love the letter Z. Without it, eppelins would sail the skies, while ebras would roam the savannas. And who would ever attend Umba classes?