I’m now the Number One Google Return for plastic cups alternative. I’m not heartless. I really feel for No Impact Man, he ought to have the honor. I mean that! I do! We all know that No Impact Man and I have our differences but as far as environmental info (and links to) goes, my blog isn’t exactly the place to be. We’re interested here, but in this household we’re also a tragic mix of displaced Irish, displaced Scots-Irish, displaced Cherokee and Ioway and French. So our attitudes are kind of, “Hell may come, yes it will. We hope not but, shit, look at the history of scumbag governments.” We like to do our part while at the same time resigned that those who have the passion to gain control over lots of people and money are usually crazy individuals with a heavy duty EYES AND TIME FOR ONLY ME AND WHAT’S GONNA BEST BUILD THE PERSONAL FUTURE I WANT WHICH IS DEDICATEDLY OH SO FAR BEYOND YOUR SORRY PATHETIC REALITY complex.
What also does Google Casino give me today? I put up this nice little (no, very long) post a little while back on Antonioni’s Blow Up and because of it this search array lands on my blog: picture of an arm blowing up.
Who in the hell needs to see a picture of an arm blowing up? I don’t wanna know. But given the nature of the Internet I doubt it was for purposes of scare-em-senseless education as in, “Look, children, this is what may happen when you play with fireworks or sign up for an indefinite tour in Iraq!”
I had a great-grandfather with a glass eye, by the way. From a childhood incident with fireworks. I read that a way to really annoy people is to tap your glass eye while talking to them. I wonder if he ever did that? I know he used to like to take it out and entertain the kids with it.
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