There are many people in this country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Most of them are Atheists.
And God created the universe it expanded exponentially. Then god divided this sky from the sea that then created life and he told it to multiply. After this he added man and subtracted his only son.
Standing back he looked on in confusion and wondered why this equation didn’t work… At this point a mathematics teacher came over and said, “You forgot the brackets ( ).” And that was the last time God worked with BEDMAS.
I recently got within touching distance of two original Volkswagen Beetles, within hours of each other. I found the first at a French fry wagon. (Don’t tell the wife! She thinks I’m still on my diet.) It was greenish-yellow, in decent shape, with a little rust, mostly in the rain-gutters above the doors. The owner said that it was a ’75 model, and it had custom license plates that read KAFER VW. That’s a deficiency of the License Bureau. Kafer, translated from German, means ‘coffee(maker).’ What it should have read, was KӒFER VW. The addition of the umlaut over the A, changes the meaning to ‘beetle.’
The next one I saw was Fire-Engine Red, and in pristine shape. I saw no rust. Even Beetles had year-to-year (tiny) model changes. Slightly smaller and different-shaped tail-lights told me that it was pre-’73. It had Historic license plates, and its owner said that it was a ’68 version.
FUN WITH NAMES
The service tech at my Kia dealership is named Faucher. It’s a French verb that means to mow (grass) the lawn. His Father worked for, then purchased and ran, a landscaping company, all his working life.
A farm boy that the school bus picked up on one side of my town, was/is named Coulter. I recently discovered that a ‘coulter’ is a plowshare, a cutting wheel or bar, in front of an actual plow.
A farm girl that the school bus picked up on the other side of town, was/is named Collard. Back then, I did not know of the cultivation and, mostly Southern culinary, use of collard greens.
To err is human, but to really fuck up, you need a computer – with a bureaucrat running it. Locally, we have been blackmailed into recycling green waste. Garbage pickup has dropped to every two weeks, but blue-bin and green-bin waste is collected every week.
The region has issued every dwelling two green bins – a small one to put kitchen scraps in, and a larger ‘garage’ one to repeatedly dump the smaller one into. Compostable-plastic-lined paper bags to hold wet waste are available at all local stores.
The larger bin is 12” X 13 ½”. The Region-approved bags are 8 ½” X 12 ½”. No wonder it must be dragged to the curb each week – the bag isn’t big enough to fill! The smaller one, which I use for cat-shit – (it’s compostable) – is 6” X 7”. The bureaucrat-authorized bags for it are 3 ¾” X 7 ½“– so long that they partly collapse when inserted, causing loss of volume, and barely half wide enough, causing more lost space. I sense two different departments, each too self-important to communicate with the other, (You change! No, You change!) involved in this, and Dilbert in the middle, shaking his head.
We’ve all seen the movies, or TV shows…. The CSI forensic technician enters the crime scene. He/she plucks one dust mote from the air, and a couple of tension-filled moments later, gives the age, sex, name, address, phone number, and shoe color of the culprit. What then to think of this newspaper story??!
A body was pulled from a lake. She (at least they got the sex) was 28 to 50 years of age. 28??! Why not 25? Or 30?? How in Hell did anyone come up with 28? Was someone converting from metric?? She was between 4’ 5”, and 5’ 1”. 😯 😳 Put her on an autopsy slab and measure her!!
They didn’t give her weight, but did publish a nice photo of a bead bracelet she was wearing…. Oh, and she might have been Asian, based on the keen observation of her yellow complexion, and lycanthropic epicanthic fold at the eyes.
Remind me, if I die of suspicious causes, I should do it in the big city, not in West Hickstowne, where an exciting day for police is one that has a moose fall into someone’s pool.
In the above VW story, I downloaded a capital A with an umlaut over it, and put it in my post. For some reason, WordPress separated the A and the two dots, into two adjacent spaces, and I don’t know how to get them back together. Just try to visualize it correctly. 😳