It’s probably not even bad advice.
Driving around Winnipeg this weekend, and this song came on the radio. What to do?
Crank it up, so it’s almost—almost—audible over the two Harleys beside me at the light.
We went and watched my nephew’s team play some volleyball this weekend. Did you know that kicking the ball is allowed nowadays?
Also, in unrelated news, apparently I’m old now.
(Aside: I just searched unsplash.com for “volleyball”, looking for a suitable header image, and I was frankly surprised at how many motorcycles and surfboards it turned up.)
Hey Brandon, if you didn’t make it to the WMCA for the Debaters live taping (or if you did), you can now listen to the first of the three shows recorded there.
I overheard a mother today telling her kid, “Remember, silent suffering”, and I thought of Dad and I smiled. It just seemed like something he’d say.
Over on Tor.com, a discussion of Sir Terry Pratchett’s works, and how there’s more to them—far more—than just silly puns and goofy characters.
Terry Pratchett is best known for his incompetent wizards, dragon-wielding policemen, and anthropomorphic personifications who SPEAK LIKE THIS. And we love him for it. Once we’re done chuckling at Nanny Ogg’s not-so-subtle innuendos and the song about the knob on the end of the wizard’s staff, however, there’s so much more going on beneath the surface of a Pratchett novel.
Read the whole article; it’s worth it.
Since we were in Edmonton, I stocked up on
author fuel whiskey.
Of course, because this is The Good Place, I can’t honestly tell if this is just some placeholder text that slipped through, or if this is legitimately the intended description for tonight’s episode.
A quick quote for Throwback Thursday:
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.From Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman