I can handle “may you live in interesting times.” “May you live in stupid times” is the curse I’m trying to dodge.
I wonder how it would work, should we in the U.S. have to go into a state of universal quarantine. It’s almost impossible to imagine … but I’m sure Italians couldn’t imagine it either, and yet there they are.
The base commissary now stocks instant pho. As a service to readers, I set out to determine whether it can be et.
I feel, if it’s Biden versus Trump, the election will be a referendum on values and morality. It’ll be interesting to see whether America wants that in a president or not.
Maybe one of the reasons I love science fiction as much as I do is the presentation of worlds, especially on the screen, where people of all ethnicities, races, and genders live and work together and no one gives it even the slightest thought.
We can choose to wait and mail in our ballots until after Super Tuesday, or we can make our picks now. The one feels like gaming the system; the other, honest but naive.
What matters? Where you put the apostrophe.
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?