Life as an Extreme Sport

For what should have been a “good” night, I feel remarkably empty inside, and very much like curling up and crying. I don’t know if it’s the end of quarter, this fun group is probably going to break apart now, blues, or… no. Scratch that. I do know exactly what it is, and there’s not a great way to address it in any sort of vague manner. Would it suffice to say that I really only ask that people be nice? Probably not – I’d have my words, “don’t take me so seriously”, thrown back at me (again).

Why does that softness that is there have to turn to hardness when there’s more than one or two people around? That’s what I want to know, and it’s what I’ll likely never get the answer to. If nothing else, the answer will never come because the quarter is over and I’d be willing to place money: that’s all she wrote.

That’s all she wrote.

He sat a week, day and night, under the pipal tree
Vowing not to rise until he understood
And on that eighth morning he realized
All beings suffer,
The cause of suffering is ignorance
Ignorance can be overcome
The way to overcome ignorance is the eightfold path
Calling the earth as his witness
He became Buddha, the Enlightened One

Budu Saranai! (May the serenity of the Buddha’s be yours!)

This gem is also lifted off of Neil Gaiman’s blog: Terrorist Has No Idea What To Do With All This Plutonium.

Yaquub Akhtar, the leader of an eight-man cell linked to a terrorist organization known as the Army Of Martyrs, admitted Tuesday that he “doesn’t have the slightest clue” what to do with the quarter-kilogram of plutonium he recently acquired. “We had just given thanks to Allah for this glorious means to destroy the Great Satan once and for all, when [sub-lieutenant] Mahmoud [Ghassan] asked, ‘So, what’s the next step?'” Akhtar said. “I was at a loss.”

As Neil notes, although the story is from The Onion, it’s probably damned close to the truth…

Taken directly from The Washington Post,

In an unusual case of mistaken identity, a woman who thought a block of white cheese was cocaine is charged with trying to hire a hit man to rob and kill four men. The woman also was mistaken about the hit man. He turned out to be an undercover police officer.

Jessica Sandy Booth, 18, was arrested over the weekend and remains in jail with bond set at $1 million on four charges of attempted murder and four counts of soliciting a murder.

According to police, Booth was in the Memphis home of the four intended victims last week when she mistook a block of queso fresco cheese for cocaine _ inspiring the idea to hire someone to break into the home, take the drugs, and kill the men.

An informant described the plot to police, who arranged a meeting between Booth and the undercover officer.

The undercover officer gave Booth some nonfunctioning handguns, bought ammunition for her because she was too young, and the two proceeded to the home under police surveillance.

Booth told the officer that any children inside the house old enough to testify would have to be killed, police said.

A search of the home with the permission of the occupants revealed no drugs _ only the white, crumbly cheese common in Mexican cuisine.

“Four men were going to lose their lives over some cheese,” said Lt. Jeff Clark, who heads Project Safe Neighborhoods.

Really, what do you say to that? It reads like one of those “behold the power of cheese” commercials from the late 1990s.