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…again. I may disagree with the Talkmaster on some social issues (abortion, gay marriage, etc.), but this is one we agree on: the abomination that is the public school system in this country. I think his comments in today’s Neal’s Nuze are right on target — and why I’m such a strong (and becoming ever stronger) proponent of home-schooling whenever possible.
Since Nichole will be shacking with me for the rest of our lives on July 16th, she’s decided to sell her living room furniture (couch, loveseat, coffee table, endtable, floor lamp, table lamp). I’ve snapped some shots of it …and figured I’d make a post in the off chance that one of the 8 people that occasionally stop by here might know someone who knows someone who might be interested :)
If so, post a comment (and fill in your email address) and your info will be forwarded on to Nichole.
Went by Publix Saturday afternoon to pick up a few items …and at the checkout, the cashier informed me, somewhat sheepishly, that my Discover card was rejected. Hmm. “Well,” I think, “I did make a somewhat-out-of-the-ordinary purchase from Dell on Friday… but not cool.” Resolving to check into it upon arriving back home, I whip out the Visa and all is made right.
Of course, I promptly got distracted when I got home (Nichole and I parked it in front of a movie), so I had completely forgotten about it when we left to meet Preble for some grub at the ever-delicious Folks. Dinner was fine, simply fine, and when the bill arrived I pulled out my favorite star-spangled plastic to even up my debt with the house. This time, the cashier/waitress not only returns with a sheepish look on her face, but she brings me a slip of paper from the card-receipt machine: “Transaction rejected”, or something similar. Very not cool — although it is abstractly entertaining how the cashiers always seem embarrassed by some clod’s card getting rejected. Now doubly embarrassed (once over just for it having happened at all, twice over for realizing that I forgot to check on it earlier in the day), we beeline straight home to talk to the friendly people at 1-800-DISCOVER and find out “WTF”, as the kids say. (more…)
“He just doesn’t do a thing in the world for me.” So sayeth my mother about the Donald — Donald Trump. I’m a bit more positive: I get a kick out of his media image, the whole cranky-powerful thing, but I couldn’t care less about him other than that.
And then Preble sends me this link: Trump sets his sights on Ground Zero …and all of a sudden I see the man in a whole new light. Since the day the “Freedom Tower” plans were unveiled I was against them. To put some fake skyscraper up in the place of the towers just screamed — to me, anyway — “victory” for the 9/11 terrorists. It felt like a wimpy, poser solution: “Well, we can’t not put something back up, or otherwise it’ll be blatantly obvious even to us that they won that round… but we also don’t want to put the Twin Towers back up either because [insert various blathering nonsense here].” I’ve always thought putting the Twin Towers back up would be the ultimate signal to the terrorists around the world that have set their sights on attacking America: “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew, punchy. Call-ahead seating is now available for your seventy-two virgin stop — here’s a quarter.” And now the Donald is proposing it.
Hooyah :)
John Stossel delevers a sanity check on the whole “bottled water” phenomenon. Interesting, since I stock bottled water (whatever is the cheapest at Sam’s, mind you) here in my snack store at work — and people do indeed love it. I won’t drink the water out of the water fountains here at work (you should see what a glass or bottle filled up from them looks like — reminds me of those sea monkey kits from childhood), but I don’t buy the bottled stuff for myself — a Brita filter on my tap is more than adequate, thank you.
What I found particularly interesting about ol’ John’s article is the ad hoc, “unscientific” — but still quite compelling — experiments his team conducted. Definitely worth reading.
