LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

 ... and it only took five years to get him there. In November 2016, Patrick Councillor was feeling a little peckish and couldn't believe his luck. On the dashboard of a parked car was no plastic Jesus but a prime burger. He smashed the window, grabbed the cheeseburger and left his calling card in the form of blood which was eventually traced back to Councillor. He was tried for this misdemeanour only last week.  I hope the burger was tasty enough to warrant the $800- fine he was handed. Click  here  for the story (screenshot below)

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This is John Froiland, he teaches (or rather taught) Educational Psychology 235, Learning and Motivation I have written at a previous time in this blog, " why does this profession attract the nuts? " but this particular situation is in a completely different stratosphere. Apparently, his wife was out shopping and when she returned he lost his mind because he didn't know where she was.  This escalated to him locking his ten year old son in a dog crate, ripping the leg off a wooden rocking chair and assaulting his wife with it. He then confiscated her phone in order to prevent interaction with the police. He was arrested on numerous charges and made bail which was set at a measly $500-. He has also been banned from the campus at which he taught for a year. (information gleaned from  The Exponent ) For further details -  Part One ,  Part Two  and  Part Three  

The last thing you need when cramped in an enclosed space for several hours is some drunken buffoon sharing uninteresting tales about themselves, snoring loudly or caterwauling away tunelessly to some dreadful pop hit. Am I right? I've come across an article  extolling the advantages of being a drunkard when in the process of using an aircraft (and how to disguise the resulting drunkenness). I guess some folks need to drink to be around other people for extended periods of time. We are in the twenty-first century. I know this piece was written partly in jest (and far be it for me to criticise as I am far from perfect myself) but when hearing of horror stories like  this from 2019 , I'm left feeling slightly bemused.

 Q:  why am I posting a screenshot of my Facebook    page (which I barely use)? A:  in the place from where I'm sitting I really like the view

The more important question surely should be can clown shoes be so tight as to cut off the blood supply to the brain. How can typography be racist? The terms "racist" and "racism" has been bandied about so often and in relation to just about everything that its meaning has been nullified. I've got nothing against the author of  this piece  per se, but the notion that particular styles of typeface are in reality a transmogrified form of blackface is patently absurd. This isn't a new article as it comes from April of this year and I've only just come across it.

~ Stomp's back Yes, I know. I said I was going to take a break of at least two months from this blog and I haven't even lasted two weeks. Just take everything I say from now on with a grain of salt, okay?

This could be forever but then again it may not. This blog is discontinued until at least next year. Pound down the gates of 2022 and live your best life. Take care.