Friday Randomness
At the gas station counter this week, I saw a display for a product called Firecracker, which proudly proclaimed itself to be “The Original Red Hot Pickled Sausage.”
The Original.
Someone is bizarrely concerned about knock-off pickled sausage.
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Mid-40s temperatures now strike me as really frickin’ cold. I suppose I could just wear warmer clothes, but instead I shiver and complain. I’m getting soft.
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I’m sitting here with a degree in International Relations and I can’t bring myself to write about foreign policy anymore. I’ve started something like four posts about the President’s speech the other night, and I’ve bailed on each of them after getting too angry or too depressed to continue.
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Speaking of things that have rendered me speechless:
