Have you seen that picture/video thing going around, of the viper that ate a millipede and the millipede ate the viper inside out? Isn't that just the grossest thing since sliced bread? The viper apparently ate the bug alive, and then the bug ate the snake's innards until he got his head free about halfway. The millipede almost made it out alive ... can you imagine? Getting almost out and then succumbing to snake digestive juices?
Speaking of vipers, Dave's work got a brand new Dodge Viper. It's sitting in the dealership's showroom, looking just as shiny as a $150,000 car should look.
Dave says I'm too fat for the Viper. Actually, he says most people are too fat for the Viper. The cockpit is built for people who have asses like 12-year-old boys. Thin boys. I think it must be a drag for rich people who have double-wides attached to their hips. All that money and even a shoe horn and an economy sized jar of Vaseline won't put them behind the wheel.
I saw the most wonderful movie tonight: The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Sigh. What a wonderful movie. Exhilarating. Exquisite. Beautifully filmed. And it has such vitality that it made me laugh and cry at the same time. It wasn't anything like I expected, in a good way, and I know it's one of those movies I'll want to watch again and again.
It makes me want to go outside and embrace the sky.
