Bloody Brilliant

When little Aiden toddled up our daughter Johanna and asked to play with her Elmo ball, he was, admittedly, very sweet and polite. I think his exact words were, “Have a ball, peas [sic]?” And I’m sure you were very proud of him for using his manners.

To be sure, I was equally proud when Johanna yelled, “No! Looter!” right in his looter face, and then only marginally less proud when she sort of shoved him

 

This is a taste of a wonderful spoof on Randian Objectivism brought to the playground. It’s well wortha¬† read.

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Not Superstitious

So today is Friday the 13th and frankly that makes me happy. Fridays are good days in general. The weekend is kicking off, I’ll hang out with my friends and play games. The business is less busy the freeways are less congested. (There are actually fewer accidents on the road on Friday the 13th than on other days.)

So if you are huddling in a cave on this day, well that neither picks my pocket nor does it break my leg so have fun. Me? I’m going to enjoy today.

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