'Hell Bound'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I like the aural weirdness most of the time. I find it soothing.
I've done lawn taming for the last two days. I am sore and no longer embarrassed about the lawn weeds rippling in the wind. And I no longer expect the lawn police at my door. Last season I (stupidly) paid for cutting -- not a stupid idea in general, just for me in terms of wasted money given that the front and back lawns are manageable. I had no lawn confidence in myself. Now I do.
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Lisa, I'm so sorry about Uncle Bud.
I've been playing around with my new Chromebook Pixel that arrived yesterday. It's so shiiiiiny.
Man, that micropreemie story is just amazing. I haven't listened to the Radiolab piece but I read all three parts of the story from the Tampa Bay Times at my desk this morning and nearly lost it more than once. It's written by the mother, and she is, incidentally, a wonderful writer. It's a very moving, thoughtful piece.
AGREED. Granted, this is a particularly salient piece for me. I just thought it was so well written.
chromebook pixel, shrift? Is this work provided?
I'm sorry, lisah.
The comments make this twice (twenty!) times as hysterical: [link] but I don't know if it's GOOD, exactly.
This is good stuff for sure, though: [link]
This is a bit political, but amuses the FUCK out of me: [link]
Dammit. Some brain-dead soccer mom overshot a crosswalk and then decided to throw it into reverse without looking as I was crossing behind her and hit me. Thankfully I got an arm up and it only knocked me back and bloodied some knuckles rather than getting a body hit in on me, but I am PISSED.
Jeebus, Matt. The protocol for getting hit is to fling yourself on the ground and roll around like the dying chipmunk and then sue for damages, right?
I'm glad you only got bloody knuckles, but stupidity at the wheel should come at a price.
What I should have done is order her to pull over when the light turned green and called the police - it's just blind luck that she didn't run someone over. (That crosswalk is between a parking lot and a block with several bars and restaurants, so there is *always* foot traffic.) But I was too rattled to do anything except wave my arms and swear at her.
Shit, Matt! I'm glad you're mostly okay!