Shit happens

Via Scott Adams I found this wonderful story I wanted to share with you:

"A powerful gust of wind recently swept a house-sized sculpture of dog feces from its display outside a Swiss museum, an art official in Berne said Monday ... The wind carried the work away, knocking down a power line and breaking a window at a nearby orphanage before falling to the ground about 200 metres from the centre."


It's at times like these I ponder the following theoretical conversation:

Fortune teller: 'Ten years from now, on a dark and stormy night, you will be chased by a giant, flying plastic dog turd".
Customer: "I want my money back".

Woe is me

My wallet is weeping blood this month. Friday I broke off most of a tooth while cheerfully chewing candy in a movie theater, today I had the remains pulled. A new will be put in two weeks from now, and the whole ordeal will cost me over NOK 15,000 (almost $3,000). In addition I need to put my old wreck of a car through the biannual mandatory check-up by month's end and I fear it'll cost too much to repair it, in which case I'll need to buy a new (or rather less old) car.

Any rich women with poor eyesight and frail health out there?