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It's no Panera Bread, but having internet access at the Acura dealership while my car gets worked on is TITS! Also, everyone else in the waiting room is old (Imagine that- old people at a luxury car dealership in Florida)- so I can hog the internet without feeling like a dick. Lest you think I have an Acura, my boss/friend Darren grew up with a guy named Guido (yes he's mexican) and he is hooking me up on repairs to my truck. Anyway, I wanted to check out Maddox but it's filtered under the category "tasteless" by Acura's screening program- apparently its obvious that I don't deserve to drive an Acura, since I don't fit the image.
I watched the space shuttle take-off this morning. We gathered up all the kids from the Junior camp and made them watch the sky about the time that it was scheduled to go off. Being over a hundred miles away from the launch site, it was easily the most anti-climactic thing I've ever experienced, narrowly beating out the third installment in the Matrix trilogy. I thought watching the equivalent of $500 million burn up in the upper atmosphere would give me some kind of visceral thrill- filling me up with pride at the success of capitalism from the sternum to the gonads. However, a recent phone conversation with redhurt has opened my eyes to the demand for moon rocks and the apparent desire of Asians to blast ashes of their relatives into space... so I'll withdraw my comment that for the most part shuttle missions are worthless.
Oh yeah, and the most tragically ironic thing ever has happened with four men killed at a boy scout jamboree by putting up a tent directly under some electrical wires. I thought that was the type of stuff you were supposed to learn NOT to do at boy scouts...
I watched the space shuttle take-off this morning. We gathered up all the kids from the Junior camp and made them watch the sky about the time that it was scheduled to go off. Being over a hundred miles away from the launch site, it was easily the most anti-climactic thing I've ever experienced, narrowly beating out the third installment in the Matrix trilogy. I thought watching the equivalent of $500 million burn up in the upper atmosphere would give me some kind of visceral thrill- filling me up with pride at the success of capitalism from the sternum to the gonads. However, a recent phone conversation with redhurt has opened my eyes to the demand for moon rocks and the apparent desire of Asians to blast ashes of their relatives into space... so I'll withdraw my comment that for the most part shuttle missions are worthless.
Oh yeah, and the most tragically ironic thing ever has happened with four men killed at a boy scout jamboree by putting up a tent directly under some electrical wires. I thought that was the type of stuff you were supposed to learn NOT to do at boy scouts...
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