Fred Astaire is dead; what hope have we got?

All good things must come to an end, which is a shame made palatable only because all bad things end as well.

The other day a friend called me in the early morning hours, knowing, I’m sure, that I’d likely be awake still and not at all mind if she’d been drinking a bit.

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The American Dream is alive, oh well

I once read that in a single year, California changed the nature of America more than any state ever has, maybe more than all the rest put together.

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You know, ‘plethora’ actually means ‘too much,’ not ‘a lot’

Because I didn’t know that until someone told me to look it up. It has nothing to do with anything, but some people only read headlines, and I wanted to share.

So I was talking to a friend the other day, and he was complaining about the lack of clarity of the current Iraq War compared to ’91’s Desert Storm. The point he brought up was that the footage we’re shown now is of such worse quality than the previous one, even though more than a decade has passed and technology has obviously improved.

“Everything I see now is this pixelated digital garbage from people’s cell phones,” he said. “What happened to people filming stuff of quality with quality instead of garbled nonsense?”

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