Monday, April 29, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Scrambled Eggs
This is the greatest invention that no one has ever needed. Now you can scramble your eggs inside their shells! It's a culinary revolution. It's "a new sensation in eggs on rice." You know you want it.
Um . . . ew.
And, for no reason at all, here some eggs with Sir Paul.
And, for even less reason, some tossed salad and scrambled eggs.
Ah. Eggcellent.
Um . . . ew.
And, for no reason at all, here some eggs with Sir Paul.
And, for even less reason, some tossed salad and scrambled eggs.
Ah. Eggcellent.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Six Days Later
This has been a hell of a week in the Hub of the Universe. I don't need to go over it all again. Bombs, bullets, pain, fear, mutilation, death. Then heroism, strength, compassion, unity, professionalism. Finally, a victory of good over evil, followed by a wave of relief, jubilation, gratitude, and a renewed sense of pride in our old town. Like I said, it's been a hell of a week.
What now? That depends on who you are, of course. Obviously the friends and loved ones of those who lost their lives will never stop feeling the pain of this. The fifty-two people still in the hospital are not thinking about putting this behind them right now, especially the three people who are still in critical condition. Officer Donohue, the T cop who took a bullet for us, is just now at the point where he can squeeze his wife's hand. This hell has not ended for him.
The rest of us, however, are moving on. As we should. In the now immortal words of Big Papi, "This is our fucking city, and nobody is going to dictate our freedom." These little twerps don't get to tell us how we're going live. We are going to have parades with duck boats, we are going to root for our teams, we're going to walk around, look at the swans in the Public Garden, ride the T, drink Dunkin', and educate the world. We're going to complain about it to each other and brag about it to everyone else. Why? Because we want to, that's why, and nobody can tell us otherwise.
Did they think they were going to stop that with bombs and bullets? An entire city closed up shop and honored the governor's request to stay off the street so they could hunt these guys down. An entire city was united behind our professional heroes to defend what was ours and to avenge our fallen. They thought they were going stop us?
Right now, people are asking why. Why did these feculent bastards do those terrible things? The answer is no doubt important, but for most of us it doesn't matter. Whatever evil ideology or dimwitted motivation twisted these losers into murderous monsters is irrelevant They will not advance their cause one jot. Boston will just keep moving, keep running, keep striving, working, studying, growing, and loving, in our own way and in four million unique ways.
And no one can ever stop us.
We are Boston.
What now? That depends on who you are, of course. Obviously the friends and loved ones of those who lost their lives will never stop feeling the pain of this. The fifty-two people still in the hospital are not thinking about putting this behind them right now, especially the three people who are still in critical condition. Officer Donohue, the T cop who took a bullet for us, is just now at the point where he can squeeze his wife's hand. This hell has not ended for him.
The rest of us, however, are moving on. As we should. In the now immortal words of Big Papi, "This is our fucking city, and nobody is going to dictate our freedom." These little twerps don't get to tell us how we're going live. We are going to have parades with duck boats, we are going to root for our teams, we're going to walk around, look at the swans in the Public Garden, ride the T, drink Dunkin', and educate the world. We're going to complain about it to each other and brag about it to everyone else. Why? Because we want to, that's why, and nobody can tell us otherwise.
Did they think they were going to stop that with bombs and bullets? An entire city closed up shop and honored the governor's request to stay off the street so they could hunt these guys down. An entire city was united behind our professional heroes to defend what was ours and to avenge our fallen. They thought they were going stop us?
Right now, people are asking why. Why did these feculent bastards do those terrible things? The answer is no doubt important, but for most of us it doesn't matter. Whatever evil ideology or dimwitted motivation twisted these losers into murderous monsters is irrelevant They will not advance their cause one jot. Boston will just keep moving, keep running, keep striving, working, studying, growing, and loving, in our own way and in four million unique ways.
And no one can ever stop us.
We are Boston.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Glenn's Book of Quotes Number Thirty-Six
"Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sundial in the shade?" -- attributed to Benjamin FranklinCan't add to Franklin. Pithiness was one of his talents.
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