So Long, Thrillseeker!
4 Feb 2010 / Hostile WitnessSharks kill man kite-surfing off south Florida
Some people say life is too short. I say if you’ve got time for inane activities like kite-surfing, your life has already gone on way too long . . .
Sharks kill man kite-surfing off south Florida
Some people say life is too short. I say if you’ve got time for inane activities like kite-surfing, your life has already gone on way too long . . .
A Columbus man has been charged with killing a teen who was out with friends throwing eggs at cars on the Hilltop three years ago.
In other news, Columbus police report a significant decrease in the number of people throwing eggs at cars.

Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, “To-morrow, success or failure won’t matter much, and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil.”

“Fly ball, center field! Erstad says he’s got it! Erstad makes the catch! The Anaheim Angels are the champions of baseball!”
Heiress Casey Johnson dead at 30
I myself have an heir named Casey, the main differences being that he’s a boy and he’s still alive.
This is definitely another blow to the idea that being fabulously well-to-do is a guarantee of any sort of happiness in life . . .
Tiger Woods and Chris Henry are just the latest examples.
“Your role model,” I say to my son, “should be that guy in the Miller Lite commercial who saves his beer and lets his girlfriend drop off a cliff.”
I will actually give you a speech made up entirely–almost at the spur of the moment, of what a candidate for president would say if that candidate did not care about becoming president. . . .
“Thank you so much for coming this afternoon. I’m so glad to see you, and I would like to be president. Let me tell you a few things on health care. Look, we have the only health-care system in the world that is designed to avoid sick people. [laughter] That’s true, and what I’m going to do is I am going to try to reorganize it to be more amenable to treating sick people. But that means you–particularly you young people, particularly you young, healthy people–you’re going to have to pay more. [applause] Thank you.
“And by the way, we are going to have to–if you’re very old, we’re not going to give you all that technology and all those drugs for the last couple of years of your life to keep you maybe going for another couple of months. It’s too expensive, so we’re going to let you die. [applause]
“Also, I’m going to use the bargaining leverage of the federal government in terms of Medicare, Medicaid–we already have a lot of bargaining leverage–to force drug companies and insurance companies and medical suppliers to reduce their costs. But that means less innovation, and that means less new products and less new drugs on the market, which means you are probably not going to live that much longer than your parents. [applause] Thank you.”
What Happens to Your Facebook Profile When You Die?
I plan to post updates from the afterlife. Example: “Why is everything red?”
Buffalo police have identified the victim of a fatal shooting in the city’s Schiller Park neighborhood early Saturday.
Killed was Mister Rogers, 23, of Buffalo.
Police are seeking a man named Captain Kangaroo for questioning . . .
Didn’t kill porn star, mime says
[HT: BOTWT]
Sometimes I’ll say something to my son, who’s 16 now, ask him a question . . . I know he’s heard me but he doesn’t answer. So I wait or I ask him again, and when I do get an answer, I can’t understand it because he’s mumbling.
Someone was telling me that she works with a boy whose mother shot all of his siblings. Why didn’t she shoot him too, you ask? I don’t know — out of ammo?
To be sure, killing your own children is taking things too far, but I’ll bet you that boy answers up promptly when his mom says something to him . . .
California man suspected of murdering wife, dog arrested at Peace Arch
Hi everybody! It’s me, Lightning!
Here’s what I don’t understand: If a California man is suspected of killing his wife, why would they arrest a dog at the Peace Arch? It doesn’t make sense and it’s not fair to the dog.
I’m going to stop reading the news. It’s too upsetting . . .
— Lightning ![]()
He dared us to call his bluff, and, when we didn’t, he made all of us complicit in what he’d done.

One of the things Ted Kennedy and I have in common is that we both love Chappaquiddick jokes. Ed Klein, a Kennedy friend and biographer, was on the radio the other day and said:
I don’t know if you know this or not, but one of his favorite topics of humor was indeed Chappaquiddick itself. And he would ask people, “Have you heard any new jokes about Chappaquiddick?” That is just the most amazing thing. It’s not that he didn’t feel remorse about the death of Mary Jo Kopechne, but that he still always saw the other side of everything and the ridiculous side of things, too.
HAAAHAHAHA! I hope you like heat, Teddy! I look forward to swapping jokes with you in Hell. Have you heard this one?
Q. What do you call 200 Kennedy sycophants at the bottom of a Chappaquiddick pond?
A. A great start, but bad news for NPR guest-bookers!
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!