Last night was just a tropical storm and not a hurricane, but Nebraska Avenue south of Sligh — not a tiny road, but a main thoroughfare — flooded so much that a number of cars had stalled out there. It gave me serious Philippines deja vu, where flooding often happens after a typhoon.
We flew home from Toronto yesterday, and fortunately, we landed about 20 minutes before the storm hit. I took the photo above from our ride.
Apparently this tribal knowledge has not been passed down.
If someone at school is bullying you, go to any pawn shop (there’s one in every town) DO NOT GO TO THE RIFLE WALL, TURN AROUND and go to the OTHER wall, and buy one of these:
Or, if your preference is towards keyboards, something like this:
You can purchase one at any age. There is no background check. They are cheap. There is no waiting period. You can open carry them anywhere.
Take it home. Practice. Talk to other dorks that wear the same shirts you do. Start a band. Get loud. Scream about how rotten it is that everyone is against you and no one will sleep with you. Get it all out.
DO NOT KILL ANYONE.
“Joel, 44, and Lynne, 43, in Austin, Texas, with their children and 80 per cent of their gun collection.” From a series of photos by Italian photographer Gabriele Galimberti, who traveled the U.S. taking photos of Americans and their guns. See Tony Pierce’s Facebook post for more from the series.
But let’s assume that it’s just a mental health issue. Want a fix? Get more people to pick up musical instruments instead of guns. We have lots of research and evidence showing the cognitive and emotional benefits of listening and playing music, and lots of research on the deleterious effects of guns and “gun thinking.”
Pick up an instrument. Master a skill that will pay off in so many ways, from dexterity to improved brain function to confidence discipline and time management to creativity to making friends.
This comic by Hannah Hillam made me laugh. It was sent to me by a friend who still hasn’t forgiven me for pointing him to an Urban Dictionary entry that seems to have scarred him for life.
And last, but certainly not least, is a Happy Mother’s Day to my own mom, whom I haven’t seen in person since December 2019, but whom I’ll get to see soon!