Poking around Drudge this morning...ok, afternoon, I saw that there was yet another 'art happening' in which thousands upon thousand of people got naked in the street, most of whom probably for the first time in their lives. Now, I don't know much about art, but I know it's not particularly difficult or subtle to make an impression on people by slamming their eyes with thousands of naked people. Mona Lisa? That's subtlety defined; nothing extravagant there, just beauty in details instead of the weary inflation of subject matter that this knucklehead here is doing. Project stagnating? Just throw some nudists at it. That didn't work? Throw THOUSANDS at it. That'll get their attention, and that's really what this is all about, ain't it? Getting attention?
Or maybe it's because their all Belgians. Pervs.
Via Drudge
Nearly a decade after being left virtually speechless, a firefighter in Buffalo, New York, has suddenly started talking. Doctors are stunned, and trying to fully understand how the change came about.
The Red Sox did what?
Tim Berners-who?!
Atlanta? That bunch of grits-eatin', banjo-playin inbreds? Atlanta?!
Jesus, you mean to tell me you can't even smoke in bars in the freakin' Bowery anymore?
Put me back to sleep, fer chrissakes!
Some hooks are not meant to hold large objects, such as book bags. Not heavy objects, strictly speaking; despite the hook's appearance of solidity. You just assume the hook's going to hold, because that's what hooks do, after all. But the hook can be pushed beyond its capacity, in which case it will fail. A hook's failure will result in the load's succumbing to the force of gravity, and probably damage to the mounting surface.
Ain't it the truth.
Jeez, at neither the Munich nor Atlanta airports can you find a wireless network. I'll never understand these knuckleheads. At the Country Hearth Motel on Highway 17 in south Georgia you can sit in the parking lot and check your email, but in two of the world's most travelled airports you'd think you were back in the 70s. I wonder what these big airports are waiting for.
I'll have to get used to the time difference again. I just sat down and ordered a beer and kässpätzle at 8:30 in the morning. Mmmm...helles bier. Even though it's Erdinger, it tastes like sweet nectar going down. I knew there was something about this country I missed. Well, that, and you can still smoke at the baggage claim.
Welp, the trip home is over. The little lady was introduced around, to glowing reviews. There was plenty done: the Wreckyll, Atlanta Attractions, Savannah, Charleston, and the davidian compound we visited near Athens, Tennessee. Now, I'm sitting in a plane, about 3 hours away from landing in Munich. I'm sitting right behind the right wing, as seems to be my lot in life, I've never sat anywhere else on this flight.
Speaking of this flight, flew it the first time back in 1997, the first of many. I fell asleep before we left the runway, and woke up over Holland. Man-o-man, I wish I could still sleep on flights, now in my dotage. A friend of mine got a prescription for some sleeping pill, named something like Ambien, or Ambiex. He said he took one, and a little while later he just felt sleepy and lay down on the couch and took a nap. Sadly, that sounds like the perfect drug; at 35, I can imagine nothing better than taking a nap on the couch with the baseball game is on. I'd take that over heroin any day.
