Thoughts to Ponder
It’s already long past midnight, but I feel too lousy to go to bed. So, I’ll leave you with these words to ponder:
Don animals get sunburned? I mean, they’re outside all the time. How come they aren’t falling over with melanomas?
The Kennedy family is an obvious starting point for research into a genetic basis for addictions.
Did you know that by law you can only be awarded on Medal of Honor?
How could they tell if Keith Richards had brain damage from his fall from that palm tree? He stopped being interested in underaged girls?
Will and Grace is closing out its run by demonstrating that the writing can, indeed, get worse.
American Idol will not have my viewership until it has a night where the contestants have to sing Gilbert and Sullivan. In drag.
Britney is preggers again. How did THAT happen? I take back all I ever said about her brains. Oh, wait…
The little brother got to have lunch with several of the big name Catholic bloggers in D.C. recently. He was described as having a dark and droll sense of humor.
I didn’t know the doctors were letting him use knives again.
He did set a science lab on fire for the governor of New York once upon a time. I have it on video.
The vet confirmed a walnut sized tumor on Shadow’s intestine, at the ileosecal junction. Not survivable. The lovely wife is heartbroken because he adored her. That certain look while on her lap.
Foolishly, when I bought my truck SIX YEARS AGO, I entered the thingy to set a code for my radio / CD player. If it loses power, you need the code to make it work again. I set this code SIX YEARS AGO for my stock radio / CD player, which has a street value of zero. I am an idiot. I thought it was cool that I had a code.
SIX YEARS LATER, I no longer have a code. Actually, I no longer have the brain cells retaining any memory of a code. The place on the cover of my owner’s manual where I might have written it [duh, any other obvious place to put it?] has been torn off to be used as a piece of scrap paper. I dimly recall that there might have been a three digit number on it, that I puzzled over.
I’ve tried all the usual suspects. I’m down to one or two more tries and the chip will shut the system down until a dealer can fix it. Drat.
There’s a lesson to be learned here, if I could remember it.
Have a great day, readers! Don’t run with sissors. If I don’t keep getting violently ill, I’ll be back to work later this morning, after the sun comes up.
Wouldn’t that be just a pisser if it didn’t?
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Chuck,
Pigs can get sunburned. That is one reason they wallow in mud - to protect their skin. Apparently they have some natural resistance to melanoma.
Joel