Note to self: if you want to write something about some topic, do it before your eyes are drooping. Now it is midnight and I am about to fall asleep sitting up and I can’t remember what I wanted to write about. So I guess this is all I get today. Now I am off to bed.
The best thing I’ve seen all day comes from the Huckleberries Online blog. In response to the question, “Have you ever had a close encounter with an Inland Northwest predator? Tell us about it” someone posted the following comment:
I was cornered by a cougar in a Moscow bar. When flashing my wedding ring didn’t phase her, I had no choice but to create a diversion and run for the door. I made it out very scared - but unharmed - but I’m not sure if anyone else in John’s Alley was hurt - I certainly didn’t stick around to watch the carnage.
Last Saturday, after watching the Vandal game at BW3, Jake went to Barnes and Noble and bought a Ronald Reagan biography. Tonight he went to sleep with the book propped up on the night stand. He has two notes, taped to the book and the lamp, reminding himself to take the book with him on or trip to Moscow in the morning.
I just heard someone say fixing the Cowboys is like eating a Shit sandwich. Half of that sandwich is firing the head coach. The second half of the sandwich is firing the general manager. I wonder why Jerry Jones only ate half of the sandwich?
Dear everybody,
Save your self-righteous political indignation for someone who cares. Your opponents’ ideas aren’t half as bad as you think and your own ideas aren’t half as good as you think. All your blustering just makes you look like a jackass.
Thanks,
Me
