When they buried Jurassic Park author Michael Crichton, I wonder if they encased his body in a big drop of amber first.
Also, I wonder if GWB pulled some sort of financial plug in September just to deep-six John McCain's chance to be elected President. Probably not, but still I wonder . . .
And while I'm in a hypothetical wondering mode, what if we find out that Barack Obama really isn't a natural-born citizen after he takes the Oath of Office? He wouldn't be eligible to be President, so why would we need to impeach him? Could Joe Biden just declare "I'm taking over" just like in the old movies? And if Obama had signed any legislation, would those laws become null and void? You first-year law students, put on a pot of coffee and hash this out in a late-night discussion in your dorms.
On the box of Cheese Crackers it says "Made With Real Cheese". How come they don't make the same sort of claim for Animal Crackers?
In sports, how come the "free" agents are the most expensive ones to sign?
I watched the 1982 movie "The Thing" over the weekend, with Kurt Russell and a pre-diabetic Wilford Brimley. It's quite entertaining, but I do have one observation: For an Antarctic Research Station, they seem to have an awful lot of flamethrowers laying around. Dynamite, too.
How long has it been since you heard the words "grassy" and "knoll" used independently of each other?
This would be soooo neat: Bill Clinton finishes his speech, thanks the crowd, tells 'em he's off to Milwaukee now, puts on a motorcycle jacket and helmet and rides out of the convention hall on his Harley.
My 83-year-old father is doing quite well after the death of my Mom this past December. He's gotten hearing aids in both ears so we don't have to shout when talking to him now. How he ever heard Charlie Sykes without them will forever be one of those unsolved Mysteries of Life.
For those of you who missed the events of my last Thanksgiving, here's Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. (This will explain the Charlie Sykes reference.)
My wife, after spending two weeks in the hospital last November with a heart attack, an abdominal bleed (they poked a hole there when putting in the stent in her heart), and a pulmonary embolism, came home xx-plus pounds lighter than when she went in. So she decided WhatTheHeckWhyNotJustKeepItUp and started running and training in earnest. She just finished the Pewaukee Triathlon a couple of weeks ago. So that one has a Happy Ending too.
During the cycling portion of the triathlon one of my wife's friends was looking down at the ground and ran into the back of a truck. Broke her thigh, and had to have surgery to repair it. So even in the Best Of Times human life is always a 2-Steps-Forward-1-Step-Back kind of affair.
One of my cousins developed a pulmonary embolism after having her hip replaced and died after a month or so. We had the after-funeral reception for her almost 3 months to the day after my Mom's service, in the same church.
I still remember and appreciate all the nice notes (both by mail and electronic) and flowers we got when my Mom passed away.
I didn't get any flowers or even a card from my co-workers, tho. But another co-worker a couple of cubicles down got both when his grandparent died. What's with that?
So, I found a different job within UltraGlobalMegaCorp, back in Division X. Nice folks, lots of positive energy. So Another Happy Ending there too.
One of the things I'll miss in the new job: At my previous building I was next-door to the workplace of a well-known Milwaukee-area lefty blogger, and we used to get together for lunch. Like I said, 2-Steps-Forward-1-Step-Back.
And finally, we got rid of the 1991 Volkswagen Vanagon and got a nice new van. After 17 years it's more than a bit odd not to see the VW in the garage.
And finally (really!), Heinz 57 Sauce on a bratwurst is a nice change of pace.