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On some random cop show in which there was mafia involvement with innocents, bombs killing innocents, sex, drugs, and [murders ->murder] happening left and right I heard one of the cops say, “Its a worst case scenario.” This statement is misleading, I can think of plenty of things that would make the scenario worse than it already is. Like a [bacon ->@] shortage, for example.

Or opening a box of macaroni and cheese, to find that the powdered [cheese ->@] mix is missing.

That would really [suck->@].

The second law of thermodynamics states, in general, that over time things go from a more-ordered state to a less-ordered state. Things decay, metal oxydizes, my hair-gel fails, etc. This puts forth the question of the square-knot. When I place my mouse into my computer bag I make sure that there are no knots present in the cable. When I open my computer bag again invariably there is at minimum, one square knot in the cable. Over time, somehow, my mouse cable has become knotted which suggests that knots are of a less-ordered state than non-knotted things.

There is still a [myster corpse of a tree->Chicken Little and the Lumber-Jack] laying in the street in front of my house. It appears that nobody has notified the coroner’s office, so there it lays. I would call the coroner myself except then they’d ask me a whole load of questions, “Can you identify the body? Where were you at suchandsuch a time of night? Did you hear any shots?” I can’t take that kind of pressure and would probably confess to the murder.

Somewhere there’s a family tree missing a branch. Enough to make you cry really, ok, not really.

Word of advice: Don’t get angry with the computer when the mouse pointer doesn’t move if you’re furiously moving your nextel around the mousepad.

Across the street from my house is a tree with what appears to be a good eighth of a tree laying on the ground below it. There doesn’t appear to be any wound in the standing tree, it isn’t weeping like thos pussy willow trees, and didn’t ask for help which leads me to believe that this fairly large hunk of extra foliage didn’t come from the tree under which it is lounging. The mini-tree looks to be relaxed but one must wonder where it came from. Of course one mustn’t spend too much time idly standing on the street staring at the random spare parts of a possible arborcide as neighbors might think there’s something odd going on.

People are crazy.

I walked past a section of pavement which had been wrtten on before it had dried. “God Love You” and doesn’t care about spelling apparently.

someone: mmmmmmmmm
me: nnnnnnnnnnnn
me: ::continues being contrary::
someone: I see
me: Well, I guess if I’m actually being contrary, then I can’t rightly “continue” being contrary can I?
someone: you have a point there
me: No I don’t

Wheat Thins, sand paper, they’re both full of fiber and can remove the finish from your coffee table.

Or tongue.

Once I’ve perfected the genetics on the poopless dog I’m going to start working on the first upgrade. It has come to my attention that we only have one candy-producing animal on the planet: Bees. How much nicer would it be if instead of your dog pooping all over your neighbors yard, he left candy behind?

[Bread->@] becomes hard when stale, yet graham-[crackers->@] become soft, interesting.