so, I’m an idiot…

Here’s how the conversation at dinner went…

John: There’s a prickly pear in the refrigerator, wanna try it?

Bego: Sure.

John: Okay, listen to me before you do anything. Don’t touch the fruit. Use a fork or something to pick it up.

Bego: Okay. [and proceeds to pick it up with her bare hand]

John: I told you not to touch the fruit!

Bego: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

*For those of you interested in home remedies, you can use a disposable razor to shave the offending spines from a prickly pear THAT YOU HAVE EMBEDDED IN YOUR HAND! They are invisible and painful. Ouch. Did I say I’m an idiot?

he’s messing with us

From the guy whose men’s cologne I couldn’t get enough of, we get this…

and this…

and this…

It seems like Pierre Cardin has reached that period in his life and career…

where he can do anything he pleases, and the lemmings will “ooooooh” and “aaaaaaah.”

Well why the hell not? It’s the stupid lemmings posting the pictures.  😉

Here’s what I think…

That is not traffic

insanity...
insanity...

It is the long and winding road (not from the Beatles) that leads to the gas station in the distance.

This is the craziest, most panic-stricken city I’ve ever lived in. What is wrong with folks who will line up for hours for gas? Poor planning? Fear? Lack of common sense?

Look, there’s evidently not a shortage because the tankers keep coming in and refilling the stations, so it must be the anxiety that is causing people to fill up when they don’t need it, or when they’re down a quarter of a tank.

I’ve got an obnoxious commute, and pass a bunch of stations on the way to work. If one doesn’t have gas in the morning, it usually has gas in the afternoon. And that’s just inside the perimeter, and then just outside it. I’ll bet the prices would go down if people laid off the crazy behavior.

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