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I say that’s what we all are if:

  1. we don’t at least question the clutch-the-pearls story about the new iPhone prototype being accidentally left in a bar, then somehow ending up at Gizmodo headquarters (timeline here). Seems Apple’s been there before.
  2. we think Benny Hinn didn’t know.
  3. we didn’t see this coming before it left the house. (Great movie though — watched it last night.)
  4. we don’t realize that somewhere, someone at Goldman Sachs is yucking it up about the SEC.
  5. we deny that Keith Olbermann, Bill O’Reilly, Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh and Ed Schultz are pretty much just ratings whores. Ask Donny Deutsch. Haha.

At least Jon Stewart isn’t denying he’s just the funny guy on Comedy Central who makes his living skewering talking-head blowhards (on BOTH sides) who actually take themselves seriously. Hilarious.

Carp.

It was beautiful to watch — the comeback, I mean. Twenty-some points down, and they end up losing by only two. Still painful.

As fantastic as LeBron is, and as many times as he’s saved the day in the past, it wasn’t enough. But I have to admit, although I’m not a hardcore basketball fan, he is awfully fun to watch.

I thought they might actually pull off a last-second miracle, like they did in the Orlando game a year ago. Remember that? But it wasn’t to be. Carp.

I’ll never get those two hours back.

FO

And the hate goes on

I suppose I would liken it to the Erylalsjdhgjjgghaskdljdlkjljhglka volcano in Iceland. I can take it only so long; then I must reopen the wound.

English speakers are a frightful lot in the first place. Matters worsened with the “shorthand” craze brought about by MySpace, text messaging, Facebook, Twitter and the like. And it’s not just “kids,” believe it. A shining example:

Dandy.

I will refrain from launching into a diatribe about other issues involving grammar and usage (adding useless letters to the ends of words, typing “lol” after every sentence, typing “plz” instead of going to the extraordinarily burdensome trouble of adding three more letters, using “your” where “you’re” is required, throwing in apostrophes like there’s no tomorrow, etc.), but rest assured, it’s on the way. Unfortunately, I’m out of time.

I am proctoring an English exam today at school. Coincidence?

:-)

If I become obsessed…

…with working out in the gym, lifting weights, and generally trying to recapture my youth of 30 years ago…

…slap me. Seriously.

Good thing for you, though — that’ll never, ever, ever happen. Heh. But hey, whatever gets you through the night. She’s likely more healthy than many (including me) right now, so there you go.

I’m not one to keep count, so the fact that there are exactly 30 more school days and 88 days until the Route 66 Odyssey is lost on me.

FO

RNF XXXIV

Random Neuron Firings

Really? Ya think?

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Um, really? YA THINK?

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Today’s priceless headline:

Organ donors could be paid

Hahaha. That just made me laugh.

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Finally, something serious. Put this in the same bin with smoking and doing drugs.

I had a student a few years back who tanned so much that her blackened skin (she is a white girl) was already — at 18 years old — showing that ruddy, weathered, unevenly colored, leathery look. It was frightening. I see pictures of her now on Facebook, and she’s still dark as a coffee bean.

They should ban or at least regulate the things, yes. But I play the same old tune, over and over — why control this suspected carcinogen, but not cigarettes, which are known carcinogens? We already know that an$wer, now don’t we…

Tullesday is looking pretty good from here, regardless. The Cavs won again last night (er, I mean LeBron won), and I dodged a bullet eating off-plan on Sunday. Thumbs up.