Yet another Q&A does not go as intended. Instead, it goes as anyone with half a brain would have expected.
Also, stupid anti-vaxxer twits who do not remember the pictures of children languishing in iron lungs before the polio vaccine was created.
This is not a felicitous fashion choice; fetishistic, maybe, but hardly felicitous. The cops might think, with some justification, that you are asking for it.
Funny how people believe any old stuff they read on the internet, I guess because electrons can’t lie or liars can’t electron. Or something.
I stopped listening to that show a long time ago. It’s too inside Washington baseball for me. Diane Rehm is usually a good interviewer and will ask tough questions–she’s not a craven tool like Chuck Todd–but this was really too stupid for words.
Oh, my. Geeky toy wielded by narcissistic nobody derails search during a flood.
Shoal Creek spilled out to the road on Memorial Day, leaving Lamar Boulevard and nearby streets suddenly flooded. As rescue crews assisted many who were stranded in rushing water, STAR Flight planned to fly over the area.
STAR Flight called off a search operation after a safety officer with the Austin Fire Department on the ground reported a drone near the aircraft, officials said.
. . . but words fail me.
Authorities say about a third of those recruited for the program attended the same church as Erickson, who claimed the Holy Spirit had given him a proprietary day-trading system for a volatile type of futures contract. Authorities say he guaranteed returns of 96 percent over two years.
God and Wall Street are in no way related.
Speaking of obnoxious, intrusive instruments of self-gratification wielded by narcissistic nobodies , , , ,
A pickup truck driver in North Dakota was taking a selfie with his cellphone when he fatally stuck a triathlete from behind as she trained on her bicycle in eastern North Dakota and he then deleted photos from his phone, according to charges.
This was at least the third suspected instance in an 11-week-span of people dying in collisions in that part of North Dakota while drivers were using their phones.
Forensic data analysis can be a wonderful thing.
We are a society of stupid (and there is yet more stupid at the link).
In addition to raining robotic death from the sky, drones–the little ones, at least–are becoming the new selfies: obnoxious, intrusive instruments of self-gratification wielded by narcissistic nobodies.
Drone sightings have become increasingly common and worrisome over stadiums, especially during college and NFL games.
Is it just me, or is the silly season starting early this year?
Harrison and another woman on Wednesday got into an argument at Restore Our Community over an upcoming fashion show the clients were preparing for, according to a police report. An employee told police she saw the two women arguing about “who was going to wear a particular dress in the show.”
Too many cameras at too many events in the hands of too many narcissistic prima donnas leads to no good.
A physical altercation between adults disrupted a promotion ceremony for hundreds of T.R. Smedberg Middle School eighth-graders at the Sheldon High School stadium Friday morning, triggering calls to the Sacramento County Sheriff’s Department, authorities said. . . .
Officers responding to the episode reported that the fight started when words were exchanged over one of the men blocking others by taking a photograph.
“Physical altercation,” indeed.
Graduation ceremonies from middle school are silly and stupid.
Second Son had a graduation ceremony from pre-school to kindergarten. That was also silly and stupid.
From the stuff you can’t make up department: In Florida, some lawyers have got their briefs all in a twist.
What’s with all the television mystery series’ ending their seasons with cliffhangers?
Do the big brains at the studios seriously expect that, at our Fourth of July picnics, we’ll be wondering how the September (or October or maybe even November after the college football season) opening episode of “Life in the Fast Lane” will pull our heroes back from the edge of the cliff or, for that matter, we’ll remember it at all?