I don't do this very often, but this is an actual sentence that was sent to me today in a news story:
"According to the International Mayor Time Bureau, nine ships have been ceased by pirates holding those vessels and more than 100 crew members as ransom."
Modern boycotts are half-assed.
Do-it-yourself laser. Sure. Nothing bad will ever happen there.
My brain is completely shot today -- I think I may have lost several brain cells in Tuesday's migraine; my head is now reassembling my limited resources for the purposes of daily functioning. Stephanie Wechsler, the date of your birthday has been wiped from my mind to make room for operation of my left pinky finger.
But here's what I was thinking about this morning as I was driving to work (my car seems to like the cold weather, by the way -- although it appears that simply pushing the defrost button is not enough to get all the snow off the rear window):
"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?"
This song lyric doesn't make any sense. I don't really know Dasher and Dancer, et al. I mean, are there any songs solely about Comet? But let's say that I did know all those other reindeer -- that I was member No. 2214 of the Santa's Reindeer Fan Club -- would you need to ask me if I recalled the most famous reindeer of all? Of course I recall him. If I'm going to recall any reindeer, I'm going to recall the most famous of all.
Cripes, what a dumb song.
Utah is ranked No. 10 when it comes to household spending on women's apparel. I'm pretty sure my wife's mother has a major role in this.