That guy has Locational Affective Disorder
- Every feeling that you have seems to have an official “disorder” to go along with it these days. I remember when Seasonal Affective Disorder was just, “Yay, it’s a sunny day” or “Boo, it’s raining.” But in the spirit of all things disorder, since vacation, I think I officially have Locational Affective Disorder.
- One of the brake lines in my Jeep blew out this week. Driving a stick shift home, while using just the emergency brake to stop, involves a lot of pedals and levers. It makes you feel like one of those one man band guys – should have brought my harmonica.
- I watched Roman Holiday for the first time this week. Targeting Rome for induction of my next bout of Locational Affective Disorder. They don’t make em like Audrey Hepburn anymore.
- My prayers go out to all affected by the terrorist shooting in Chattanooga this week. It is ridiculous to me that those military installations are “gun free zones.” Isn’t that like your local plumber’s shop being a “pipe free zone”?
- I just listened to an audiobook about a guy who was called in to investigate murders at a company that was using artificial intelligence. It took them twelve hours of audiobook time to figure out that the computer was to blame. If they had called me in to help with their investigation, that book would have been ten pages long. This is how it would have gone when I got to the facility.
Me: “What is that over there?”
Company guy: “Oh, that’s our supercomputer. It actually thinks for itself.”
Me: (Slaps company guy) “What is wrong with you people? Don’t you watch movies? Burn this place to the ground.”
The End
- I’ve known some interesting people over the course of my life. Some interesting in a good way, others interesting in a the police might want to swing by their house once in a while kind of way. You know, give the basement a quick walk through. Maybe bring a bloudhound or two. At least my cast of characters is complete.
- I was kind of an Ed Sheeran hater, but Photograph is just a great song. You finally got me, you crazy ginger.
LINKS
- Interesting interview with the sixteen year old girl who survived a plane crash and 48 hours in the wilderness.
- Proof from two different continents that BMW drivers are the worst. (Although I’m not fond of the class warfare baiting in the Times article.)
- Someone has suggested that Nessie is just a large catfish. I have it on good authority from Bigfoot himself that Nessie is quite real.
- On this day in 1918, Bolsheviks killed Czar Nicholas II and his whole family. Or did they?
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