Packing up my car to come to Melbourne and see my family, I encountered a micro-sized Chihuahua. It couldn’t have been more than five inches in length.
Then I saw its owner, a blonde girl, calling after it, “Hercules! Hercules!”
The first thought that came to mind was if she had a boyfriend who was 6’5″, 250 pounds, and nicknamed “Tiny”.
I’m currently in the Alachua Library, taking a study break, and I thought that I’d pose this question to my adoring fans (the three of you know who you are).
So I was eating lunch/dinner at Subway in Alachua this afternoon, and I made a peculiar discovery. I got a straw to go with the drink that I purchased, and as I opened it I noticed that one of the ends of the straw was sealed closed. Now, I’m not sure if this has happened to anyone else before, but it was a first-time experience for me. I started laughing at the thought of putting the sealed end in my drink, then inhaling until my face turned red, without any liquid refreshment for all my efforts.
Then, my mind really took a left turn. What if, I wondered (I always wonder in italics), someone got one of these straws and couldn’t drink their drink, and in sheer anger, sued Subway? They could claim undue shame and embarrassment over not being able to use a straw (maybe the employees laughed at them or something), though it was obviously the company’s fault for not checking their product to ensure that it met with proper drinking-straw standards. Who knows? In this lawsuit-crazy country, someone might try it.
Okay, so it was really a random thought. But I’m famous for random thoughts! Anyway, it brought to mind an idea for a little contest for all of you loyal pressing on… fans out there. What’s the craziest idea that you can come up with for a lawsuit that just might have a chance in court? Something that’s even worse than Ms. I-Don’t-Know-That-McDonald’s-Coffee-Is-Served-Hot, or my Subway example, etc. I know there’s some twisted minds out there in cyberspace who are reading this. Comment away!
A couple of weekends ago, I had the opportunity to dog-sit for my sister and brother-in-law, who took a trip out of town. This served them well (they didn’t have to pay for a kennel) and was going to serve me well, as Kelly was supposed to come up and see me on the Saturday of that weekend. Always a good thing. (Exhibit A – Bode, significantly smaller than she is now, but I don’t have an updated pic.)
Graduate class tests are designed so that the takers of said tests will not forget that they don’t know everything yet. Not by a long shot.
Corollary: the best thing that you can say about a graduate class test immediately after taking it is that it’s over.
I’m convinced that 90% of questions asked in a graduate class are primarily an attempt of the inquirer to prove his or her high intellectual capabilities to the rest of the class.
I thought the ESPN UT commercial was pretty funny, if you ask me.
You know, I haven’t ever exactly had a whole lot of luck in the love department, but at least I’ve never been on the receiving end of one of these phone numbers.
Death awaited us all, with nasty, big, pointy teeth. (opens in a new window)
If you’ve never been to Rinkworks before, you owe it to yourself to go. They’ve got tons of fun stuff. But what cracks me up today is the new reader poll. Follow the link and look over to the right.
I stare at my computer
a blank look from my eyes.
My allergies are acting up,
yes, that I realize.
Tissue? Used two boxes,
am into number three.
Still no signs of stopping
My sneezing misery.
I feel as if I’ll never
breathe through my nose again.
But I won’t take it for granted,
if comes the day I can.
