"We can see some nice cracked edges that do look very much like a bullet hole."
Nice is not an adjective one thinks of when describing a bullet hole, generally. Anthropologists are just so damn quirky, gotta love 'em!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The ACTUAL Quote of the day
"Watch Donald get gored."
Having just toured several national parks, this holds a bit more weight...I knew I should have been filming those kids around the desert centipede at Carlsbad Caverns...
And this sentence sums up the entire article -
Having just toured several national parks, this holds a bit more weight...I knew I should have been filming those kids around the desert centipede at Carlsbad Caverns...
And this sentence sums up the entire article -
...in an effort to home in on “contributing factors (technology)” to park accidents, the service recently felt compelled to add “inattention to surroundings” to more old-fashioned causes like “darkness” and “animals.”
Labels:
quote of the day
Quote of the day
"May you always have soft cuticles while tweeting."
That is some sound advice from a damn classy lady.
That is some sound advice from a damn classy lady.
Friday, August 13, 2010
The Japanese hate fat kids
I wish that my kindergarten had built me a tree house!
It probably would have been much safer than the shoddy ones we used to put together with scrapped plywood and 2x4's found who knows where...
I have to say, leaving the rope as the only method of getting up there is brilliant. It's like they purposely wanted to exclude the fat kids from the joys of a tree-borne club house. Joe was never my favorite little rascal, anyway.
Apparently, only 30 out of 130 (approximately 23%) students made it up to this wondrous realm of imagination and girl-hating. I'm sure Petey would approve.
It probably would have been much safer than the shoddy ones we used to put together with scrapped plywood and 2x4's found who knows where...
I have to say, leaving the rope as the only method of getting up there is brilliant. It's like they purposely wanted to exclude the fat kids from the joys of a tree-borne club house. Joe was never my favorite little rascal, anyway.
Apparently, only 30 out of 130 (approximately 23%) students made it up to this wondrous realm of imagination and girl-hating. I'm sure Petey would approve.
Labels:
boyhood,
imagination,
reminiscing
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