I see you baby, shakin that . . .

It’s official, I sleep like the dead.  When I say I could sleep through an earthquake, it is no longer a figure of speech.  I can indeed sleep through an earthquake.  I’m pissed about it though!  I have always wanted to feel an earthquake.  I’ve always left California slightly disappointed that I’ve never felt tremors.  Now the first earthquake in 15 years occurs and I sleep through it.  Damn, guess I’ll have to wait another 15 years, maybe that one will occur while I’m awake.

 

The infamous “in God we Trust” plates

I was supposed to be studying tonight, really.  I have this huge spector looming over me until Monday.  Well, I actually have more than one, but this particular one goes away Monday morning around 10am.  I was doing really well, took my homework outside to enjoy the sunshine, came back in when it got a little breezy, was all settled in for the night when my neighbor stopped by.  We got sidetracked on google, which then led to wierd news, which then led to the indy star.  This all started with meteorites and sonic booms and ended with the ACLU and the license plates.  The article itself wasn’t the problem, it was the comments, all 67 of them, well to be fair, really only about 80% of those (I wasn’t a math major, I’m not going to figure out the exact number).  Some of them were fairly intelligent, of those, some were simply misguided, but I digress.  It amazes me how frustrated I get when I read the comments to news articles, almost as much as it amazes me what people will post.  Granted, I hate obviously bad grammer.  It was more than that though.  It was the people ranting and raving about God and athiests, wasted tax dollars, dumb liberals, pyscho conservatives, and then the flamers.  Seriously, did I really just waste 15 minutes of my life reading all that crap?  Why do I do this to myself?  It seems I will forever be reminded that a mind is terrible thing to waste.