some tabloid writers are better than others

"find out the secret barry manilow has been keeping all these years!"

ummmm ... no thanks.

with a whirlwind by her side

it was a hot(ish) and dry weekend. instead of leading with the usual gunshot deaths and kidnappings, the evening news started with the wildfires that are now terrorizing neighborhoods across the state and close to your home. the fires are so terrible (not that they could ever really be good things) that fire departments from across the state are trucking in water to areas without hydrants.

also, i've noticed that my car has two cigarette lighters and no ashtrays.

have a nice evening!

why we are the dominant species (or, wasn't that on the test?)

the alarm snapped me awake at 6.22 a.m. fortunately, i hadn't made a return trip to the zombie amusement park, but the radio did save me from a co-worker's family reunion and a straw hat.

i wake up every morning to soft rock, because it's the least likely to make me immediately grumpy. unless they're playing avril lavigne, but i take my chances. this morning, tho, there wasn't even music ... it was audience participation.

for some reason the hosts (because it's impossible these days to have just one radio host ... we need at least two so someone laughs at the jokes) were asking people to finish the sentence, "there outta be a law ..."

... and genius says, "... against driving slow in the left lane."

one of the hosts knew better. "there is!"

the fear of hearing more got me moving.