Woke up feeling pretty not-right this morning. Day two or three of this, and I think I must’ve pinched something in the neck. So I figured I’d go back to sleep to see if that might help relax things. The plan was to do that and then do my work from home today.
I only just now got up. I had finally gotten back to sleep but it was weird dreams.
I dreamt Peter Sellers and I were holed up in dilapidated motel trying to hide from post-apocalyptic gangs and militias, when suddenly Chuck E. Cheese shows up outside. Sellers went running out there and was screaming that he wanted a picture with Chuck E. Cheese. So I ran out there, was getting situated while scanning the area for raiders and militias, and then it got amazingly weird. I raised my Nikon to take the shot… but the weird part is that I have a Canon.
Dreams are strange. What in hell would make a brain substitute a different make of camera?
Islamists? Really? My first thought was “those damn Swedes are up to no good again!”
Thing about wacked-out crazies is they leave behind so much more collateral damage than just the victims. The families and friends are walking wounded, too.
If he had 15lbs of TNT, lets just be thankful he didn’t have 15lbs of RDX or PETN… or 30lbs of the stuff. I suppose this is the whole point, but these terrorists are scary.
I wish we’d start getting more serious about stopping the terrorists rather than stopping little old ladies and groping them. (Thanks again, TSA for not really making a difference!)
h/t to mrmacs for this link to an FEL the Navy is working on. Say whatever you will about the Navy (I have many great things to say about them, myself) but they sure do have some of the best funding around for new technology.
Now… why am I having such a hard time believing this?
Pot meets pop: Local entrepreneur plans to market line of smartly branded medical-marijuana soft drink
“I don’t do drugs,” said the Soquel-based commercial artist. “Never have. I never drank, never smoked. I’m a clean-living guy. I’ve had two beers in my whole life, and I remember them both too. No marijuana, I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I take an aspirin when I get a headache. That’s it.”
Hmmm. Perhaps it really is true that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. Well, you go ahead and judge.