My daughter has been weighing returning to the School of Visual Arts in New York for another semester or going to the local community college. So today she said, “Can I have the car at 2 p.m?” “Why?” “To go to County College.” “Why are going there?” “To register.” “Oh, I guess that means you’ve made a decision.”
I told her she must have inherited her approach genetically from my father who died before she was born. He told his mother to iron his suit; he would be back in a couple of days. That was his way of saying he was getting married. … A report that SEC staffers spent hours watching pornography also found the favorite was “Debbie Does Wall Street” in which the girls operate a Ponzi scheme to finance Debbie’s trip to try out for a Dallas Cowboy cheerleading position. ... I’ve developed a new software package that lacks out-of-the-box integration with anything, but it has what I call the new Jack-in-the-Box integration. The software works seamlessly with hot sauce and churros. … I must admit that after my unfortunate experience with the Hewlett-Packard support rep that I got particularly nasty. I shouted into the phone, “I hope all the cows in your village become ill-tempered and give sour milk.” I left him in tears.