Random Rants

Why does snow taste good if you put it in your own mouth, but ghastly if someone else does? (?)

Yesterday I was stuck in a rather precarious position while preparing to watch the BCS college football Fiesta Bowl. Do I root for my home (old) team the Ohio Buckeyes or Notre Dame whom Patriots former offensive coordinator Charlie Rice is now coaching? (And coaching brilliantly may I add) Needing answers, I quickly took a flight over to India and climbed a rather high mountain full of snakes, snakes and more snakes (all of them poison’s by the way)… Upon reaching the summit, I found a Guru feeding his pet snake and asked him to reveal the answer to my dilemma. He gently set down his pet snake and said solemnly, “abbbaa comoo e’ll madga!” Woe’s me! I had not bothered to learn Bengali! I would never know the answer to my query!

It was all too much for me. I ran down the mountain and threw myself at the first snake I saw. Then with life quickly seeping out of me, I screamed at the top of my lungs with my last earthly breath “WHY?”

Moving on… Never trust the weather man. Ever: It was supposed to “rain all day, with maybe a slight chance of flurries” where I live. They were right by North Pole standards, but the last time I checked, six inch’s of wet white stuff that falls from the sky was not called flurries.

And that’s the memo.