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What Color Are Your Glasses?
I don’t mind lying but I hate inaccuracy. — Samuel Butler Researchers say that when you first meet someone, you have five minutes to see them as they are, five minutes to see them as the world presents them, before their personality, your interaction with them, colors your perception. Literally, you forever see them differently after that first instant of truth. Now, granted, these variations in perceptions are...
Oh Snow You Didn’t!
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it’s right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it. — Patrick Young Isn’t snow beautiful? The graceful tumble of those flakes. The powdering of the ground, every dimple in the road, every lonely branch, fleeced in the serenity of that delicate alabaster wool. Come on, Global Warming! Yes, snow is beautiful. There’s clearly no denying that. Well,...
Karma’s Relation to the Female Dog
We are not punished for our sins, but by them. – Elbert Hubbard It would have been nice if my iPhone had given me the heads up about the torrential downpour to take place three minutes into my twenty-five minute walk to school this morning. Instead, I will have the lovely sensation of damp underwear and mushy socks for the rest of the day. Oh yeah. And I had my car washed last night. For a while now I’ve tussled with the belief of...
Jake. Angry.
Anger is the feeling that makes your mouth work faster than your mind. — Evan Esar No, I’m not mad because the belt I purchased two months ago at the pinnacle of my fitness is now down to the final hole. No, I’m not mad because I was recently stood up on a date for the first time in my adult life. No, I’m not mad because the jar of jam was empty this morning, leaving me to make a solely peanut butter sandwich...
Auto Immobile
If you cannot convince them, confuse them. — Harry S Truman klisk…klisk…klisk, klisk, klisk-klisk-kliskkliskkliskkliskkliskKLISKKLISKKLISK No, that is not the sound of a snake getting sexually aroused (what kind of sick-o are you?), but the sound my car started making after seven hours of driving to visit my brother for Labor Day weekend. Not exactly the welcoming I was hoping to receive. And at 3:30pm on a Saturday, every auto...