Friday

Up at 7:45 am, read Artie's suggestion we breakfast at Copper Lantern Monday the 25th, skimmed the SC Times, email accounts, and facebook.  Ran across this:

A Higgs Boson particle walks into a church.
Priest: "Your kind is not welcome here."
HB particle: "Then how are you going to have mass?"

episode

A man with a baby in his arms boarded the train.  The door closed and the train glided quietly out of the station toward a small farm town 10 miles away.  At that station, the man realized the baby was gone from his arms.  He looked under seats, queried passengers in the car, then bolted out the car door and onto the station platform.  He heard baby cries, garbled, as if they were in the cornices and ledges of the waiting room.  A woman offered to help find the baby, but the cries became more faint until they disappeared.  The man fell to the floor, crying inconsolably “no no no.”

Before the search engine

When I first discovered the internet, it was described to me as a library in which all the books had been taken from the shelves and tossed onto one pile in the middle of a room.

D. T.

D. T. had a roller coaster life before the boss picked him up off the street, cleaned him up, and made him sports editor of his small daily newspaper.  If I ever hear of you taking a drink, you're out of here, the boss said.  I was on the city desk next to D. T.'s making me the closest to his breath.  For months, he seemed clean and performed well until the state high school track finals in the Spring.  One night he asked me for a ride home.  His breath smelled of Listerine.  As we headed down Bell Street, he asked me to stop at a liquor store and wait for him while he picked up a package.  I can't do that or I'll get fired, I said.  His tone was subdued, smooth at first.  Just a pint to get him through the track meet, the boss doesn't need to know.  Can't do it, I said.  He raised his fists and smashed them into the delicate dashboard of my Renault Dauphine.  The second blow left the dash a splintered mess.  I took him to the liquor store, then drove off.  D. T. was never seen again in the newsroom.

Best comedy movie

At coffee today Marty asks the five us what's the best movie comedy of all time, then said, before the rest could weigh in, his favorite was Airplane.  A couple nodded in agreement about Airplane.  Here's the final list (someone apparently named two):
Three Musketeers
Blazing Saddles
Dumb and Dumber
Young Frankenstein
Roman Candle
Caddy Shack.