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Wow. The God-fearin’ folk are a fascinating people. Look!

This is one of those things where I am not certain whether I should be excited that my freshman-year Geology professor appears in The New York Times… and alongside some real dinosaur tracks, too!

…Or whether a head-shaking is in order. I mean, c’mon. That thing’s been sitting there for over 60 years and no one knew it was real.

“The scientists who installed it in the 1940’s would never have thought to tell anyone it was real; that would be like telling people your hair is real.”

It really says something about the state of our country when a person can’t even make a joke — a crude joke, yes, but one that would simply cause a raised eyebrow under normal circumstances. However, our country is at war (one that shouldn’t even be fought, but that’s a whole other discussion) and our civil liberties are being seriously impinged.

On Saturday afternoon, I was to meet up with Alex (everyone, say hello to my brand spankin’ new [and, um, first ever] boyfriend) at 4 PM. I got to the Union Square Barnes & Noble at around 4:05 PM. From there, we went to Taco Bell where we shared some chalupas. (Yum!) It was then time to head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We got on the 4 (or was it the 5? or maybe the 6?) train and made our way up to 86th Street.

Upon arriving at the Met just before 5 PM, we were faced with a bag-check line. As a security guard was looking into my bag, Alex decided he’d lighten the mood with a joke: “Are bombs OK?” The guard doesn’t take notice at first. Then, a few seconds later, he asks, “What?” Alex just shakes his head and says, “Never mind.” The guard presses on: “Did you just ask if bombs are OK?” Alex responds with a smirk: “Yeah.” The guard is not finding this amusing: “You think you’re funny?” Alex shrugs and says, “I’m trying to be.” “Come ‘ere,” the security officer tells him and pulls him aside. Another guard takes over and gives me my bag. He tells me to move and “wait for [my] friend over there.” When a few moments pass and Alex does not emerge, I begin to worry. The second security guard then motions to me and asks me to come over to him. This is when I meet a big guy in a suit who asks if I know Alex and whether he’s always that stupid. The group of security guards (some in uniform, some in suits with walkie-talkies) allows me to stand with Alex while the police get there.

That’s right. The Metropolitan Museum of Art called the NYPD on Alex because he asked if bombs are OK.

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“Bingo. Suddenly, fourteen-fifteenths of the boat is full of water, and the other fifteenth is a pocket of compressed air, capable of supporting life briefly. Most of her crew died, she fell fast and settled hard onto the bottom, breaking her back and leaving the bow section pointing upwards, as you see her. If anyone was still alive in the bubble, they died a long, slow death. May God have mercy on their souls.”

In other circumstances, the religious reference would make Randy uncomfortable, but here it seems like the only appropriate thing to say. Think what you will about religious people, they always have something to say at all times. What would an atheist come up with? Yes, the organisms inhabiting that submarine must have lost their higher neural functions over a prolonged period of time and eventually turned into pieces of rotten meat. So what?

— Cryptonomicon

A lot’s been going on in my life within the last couple of weeks. Maybe I’ll write about [some of] it one day.

Oh. And this site is now 6 years old… *throws confetti*