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".
The rants, musings and adventures of a carpetbombing, neo-imperialist, libertarian-conservative atheist to the far, far right of Genghis Khan (but who loves kittens!)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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?
Any rich women with poor eyesight and frail health out there?