Posting has been light because of the Turkey Day holiday, obviously. Over the last three days I've traversed over 600 miles of Minnesota's terrain. Funny how it seemed so much more interesting when I was a kid. Now, it just hurts my back to sit that long, and frozen lakes hold far less fascination for me.
Ryan says: This made me laugh. Mel was retrieving Thanksgiving decorations from storage in the basement, and about 30 percent of them were splashed in cat vomit.
Caroline says: Splashed!
Caroline says: That's hilarious.
Ryan says: Because Mel stored them underneath the stairs, and the cats tend to lay on the stairs and just hurl sick from up high when the urge so grabs them.
Caroline says: Hurl sick!
Caroline says: Stop, you're killing me.
Ryan says: "Hurl Sick From Up High" is a song just waiting to be made.
Caroline says: It can be sung to the tune of "Angels We Have Heard On High."
Ryan says: "Sick Cats Have Hurled on High"
Caroline says: "splashing vomit o'er the stairs"
Keep in mind, the following is drawn from the thin air of my own speculation, but I'm thinking one of the reasons newspapers and similar media arms are circling the drain or completely in the shitter is because people are now so much more attuned to media hype that they read most headlines and just roll their eyes. I base this observation mostly on the fact I read most headlines and just roll my eyes. Maybe it's because I'm in my 30s?
Ten years from now, scholars will look back at the phenomenon of Internet commenting and, with their collective best Krusty the Clown voice, will say:
Ryan says: Here's a great headline for you:
Ryan says: "Scientists shed light on causes of epilepsy."
Caroline says: Ironical!
Ryan says: Maybe, you know, "shed light" wasn't the best turn of phrase.
A pigeon just flew into the window right in front of me, and then fell 19 stories, presumably to its death. Coolest. Monday. EVAR.
Couldn't he at least have waited until he was in his first hundred days for crap like this?
