Don't Shake the Flask

Because you don't know if it'll explode

Brief Comments

I usually don’t comment on the news, but I’ve been reading about the shooting at Northern Illinois University and I’ve been thinking about a recent state bill to prevent universities from banning concealed weapons. I’m annoyed that people think that more guns will solve problems. It sounds like people are just making laws to make themselves feel safer even though it might not actually be safer. If someone is determined to carry a weapon on their person, they’re going to do it regardless of the rules. But are people thinking about heroics–that they’ll shoot the shooter and save the day? Theoretical heroics and bravery are nothing. If you own a gun, do you even know how to use it? How do you know that in a real situation–under the danger and stress of ground zero and not the controlled environment of a shooting range–that you won’t just panic and start pumping bullets randomly? And for crying out loud, think of all the other bystanders. Getting caught in crossfire is a heck of a lot scarier than having bullets come at you in just one direction.

Electronic Messages Without Emoticons

I generally dislike emoticons in correspondence, but sometimes I think it’s necessary, especially if your conversation style–when written down–makes you sound like a pissed-off jerk.


Booking Through Thursday: After The Honeymoon

Have you ever fallen out of love with a favorite author? Was the last book you read by the author so bad, you broke up with them and haven’t read their work since? Could they ever lure you back?

I don’t think this has really happened to me. I may go for long periods of time not reading anything by an author, but it has more about me as a reader rather than the author. That is, I’m not in the mood for those kinds of stories, which has nothing to do with the quality of writing.

Of course, there is bad writing out there. I’m not disputing that. But I can usually tell within the first book I pick up by that author. Or first chapter. Or even the first page. If there’s nothing redeeming about the writing, I put the book down and ignore the author’s subsequent works.

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The Thursday Threesome: Tea For Two

Onesome: Tea– leaves and fortune tellers? Is there anything you do out of habit because of old sayings? …like not stepping on cracks or staying home on Friday the Thirteenth? …or eating chocolate on Valentine’s Day?

No. I don’t believe in superstitions.

Twosome: for– every time you make it to work or class or an appointment on time, how many times are you late? Just curious…

I’m almost always on time. If I’m late, I have a reason to be.

Threesome: Two– weeks and the next day is only there twenty-five percent of the time! Does Leap Year have any special meaning to you? …or is it just one more day of the week?

It’s just another day for me.