Good morning kind readers. Today is July 24 and that, according to some fancy Internet research, makes it National Tequila Day.
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Well, it’s hot again.
Two roads diverge in front of this yellow journalist. (That’s “yellow” like Marty McFly , not William Randolph Hurst “yellow.” ) After two long years, my satellite TV contract is expiring, and I’m trying to find the courage to pull the plug.
A good parody mentions something you can identify with or lampoons a song you love — or one that annoys you. And if you enjoy a good parody, you’ve had a good week.
The history of man is filled with stories of exploration and discovery. From Galileo Galilei looking up into the sky and finding distant planets and moons (“I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” — Galileo Galilei) to 15th century explorers stepping foot on previously unknown continents, humanity as a whole has always been curiously observing the world around us.
Texas is an amazing state. I love the wide open sky. I love wearing a cowboy hat. I love the Alamo, the Dallas Cowboys, and reruns of “Walker, Texas Ranger.”
It’s ironic that this section is called “Good Morning,” because often I do not have good mornings.
This weekend I spent some time watching a Harry Potter marathon that one station was running. Somewhere along about the third movie, I began to wonder what it would be like to be able to flick a piece of branch and get my laundry to do itself or get the soap, rag and bucket full of water to wash my car without my help while I continued to watch television.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. How many words is 140 characters worth? In a recent post from the webcomic XKCD, a reader asked how many unique English messages can be sent using the 140 characters in a Twitter message. The answer sits somewhere between 10 to the 200th and 800th power.
My way of life is under siege. A corporate edict has the newsroom switching from Mac computers to PCs, and I am not a happy camper. For I am a dyed-in-the-wool Apple addict, and I will not go quietly into the night.