Money may not buy happiness, but it can buy a jetski, and have you ever seen someone look sad on a jetski?

Proverbs 26:18-19

Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death, Is the man who deceives his neighbor, And says, “I was only joking!”

A “New York minute” is defined as the time between when the light turns green and when a New York driver will honk their horn at you.

1. Tater tots are basically an entire potential meal of their own. Not a French fry, but I may actually prefer them as a possible main dish.

2. The best French fries. They are the perfect side.

3. If you want to fancy it up a bit. Suitable for formal occasions.

4. Taking the one-dimensional line of the French fry and extrapolating it out to two dimensions. Still a good ketchup conveyance, but starting to get into the issue I’m going to bring up with…

5, 6, 7. Not a good enough ratio of crispy outer fried surface to gooey potato inner. I prefer crisp, but when I bite one of these, I have a good chance of just getting a mouthful of scalding hot potato napalm, or what’s worse, cold potato cement. Not ideal.

'8. Yeccch.

Catra would never try to use the power of friendship to pay off gambling debt.

She’d either cheat at gambling so as to win big, or she’d run up a bunch of debt and then leave Scorpia holding the bag, with the possible long-term consequence of having to burn down the casino.

Red Cross

Counterpoint

I was watching Labyrinth on a loop as a young boy, and I thought David Bowie was awesome, but I turned out… more or less straight. Mostly. Pretty much. I mean, of course Bowie is gorgeous, I’m not an idiot.

https://youtu.be/yGe7p98Wagg

Oh no!

Slightly debatable which version of evil is the worst. I’d agree that I’d probably rather have a Lawful Evil head of state right now than what we’ve got.

No one who speaks German could be an evil man!

Oof, ouch, my bones.

Someday I’d like to replicate Eratosthenes’ experiment with a long north-south road trip, but I never remember to make the measurements.

We do this at a used book store. It’s books that we don’t think we can sell inside for whatever reason, and we put them on shelves outside. There’s a big awning so they don’t really get rained on unless it’s raining sideways. We sell them for a dime or a quarter, and there’s a slot for overnight drops in case people want to get books at night. Every morning there’s at least a couple of bucks from the previous day/night.

We donate the proceeds to public radio, and over the years we’ve donated over $100,000.

I’m reminded of the movie Long Way North where a heavily-accented sailor tells a girl about a dog that lives on the ship: “He is punished. He chews the rigging and steals.”