nude highway driving

Shoot me in the head, run me over with a car, whatever it takes … the mental images I get from this story really are no way to start a groggy Sunday morning, trying to motivate myself to go to work. Please, Paris audience, do not snip anything.

The Chicago Sun-Times, I think, captures what Johnny Cash was all about. Mike Ness has been saying it onstage for years. I’m glad someone in the media got a clue.

Now you can have even more love in an elevator! I remember reading about lofty ideas for a space elevator a few years ago, probably in Wired, but now scientists are meeting in New Mexico to figure out how to pull it off. NASA’s even throwing in some cash. I’m sure eventually people will be able to buy rides on this new contraption … if they don’t have any “wrong” purchases on their records.

I know - this post is nothing but crap.