I may be very easily entertained but the randomness of this really made me chuckle.
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Random
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It’s the little touches…
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Ah, remember back in the day how joyous it was to make fun of friends who drank ZIMA? No more. According to the AP “MillerCoors LLC says goodbye to Zima.” Full story from the New York Times here. Fear not: “Distributors are being asked to put products from caffeinated alcoholic beverage Sparks on retail store shelves to make up for Zima’s absence.”
Now would be an appropriate time to share your ZIMA memories…
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How does this even happen? Looks like the car skidded out, jumped the curb and lost a wheel. Or it could be the worst parallel parker in history…
This was seen on 11th Street not too far from Wonderland.
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But this is absolutely an exception: “Where Looking Good is Understood.” Beautiful.
Incidentally, I’ve found the new PoP tag line…
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Dang and it was only 5 buck too. Ed. Note: I’m not being facetious.
Is it just me or does there seem to be a lot more yard/porch/garage sales this year than there has been in previous years?
You can read Eric’s near-daily musings on his Web site. His latest book about vampires, chickens, germs, and death–entitled The Dead Travel Fast–has recently come out in paperback. You can get more info on picking it up here.
If Everything Fell Apart…What Would You Do With Your Life?
by Eric Nuzum
So let’s say that the current economic crisis gets bad…really bad. So bad in fact that your job is gone, you can’t live in your house/apartment/commune/whatever, and you have to declare bankruptcy. Let’s imagine it gets so bad that you pretty much lose everything and have to start over again with nothing…what would you do with your life?
I posed this question to my friends Matt and Katy at dinner Monday night.
Just like so many other people out together for dinner…or around coffee tables in homes because they don’t want to go out and spend any money…we were talking about the economy. We were talking about how scary it is. And we were all saying that the worst part is not knowing how bad it will eventually get before it gets better again.
(I’m sure you’re making a note to yourself right now to never go out for dinner with me, lest you come home totally bummed out.)
Anyhow…
While listening to my friends talk, I wondered out loud if the “worst case scenario” is really all that bad. “To be frank, the ‘worst case’ doesn’t scare me at all,” I said. “It’s all the cases between best and worst that keep me awake at night.”
As is the norm when I philosophize, my friends looked at me with a degree of puzzlement. “I mean, the ‘worst case scenario’ is scary, but it could also be looked at as total freedom. No expectations. No responsibility. Just a clean slate.”
“So if you had that–even if you got it via a terrible, frightening situation,” I continued. “What would you do with your life?”
Katy and Matt fumbled around a bit. Both work in media, and both their initial answers were a desire to “tell stories” without worrying about ratings, sales, or income. These answers felt too easy to me (basically because mine wasn’t terribly different).
After a bit more probing (there is another reason to avoid dinner with me–any dinner that involves “probing” of any sort isn’t going to be very pleasant)–anyway, after some probing, the real answers started to emerge.
“I think I’d become a park ranger,” Matt announced. Story continues after the jump. (more…)
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Is it just me or did it seem like John McCain was channeling Jack Nicholson’s Col. Jessup in the film A Few Good Men? Tell me you can’t see McCain reciting these words:
“Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.”
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Can someone please explain to me how the price of gas has dropped so significantly? I can’t believe it’s just because people are driving less. So, why when gas prices were skyrocketing was it so difficult to control? I just don’t get it.