
Pure shit.

Pure shit.
When checking my mail this morning I was greeted with a pile of new ads boxing in my mail experience with Yahoo which on my current laptop makes reading damn near impossible.
Since I’m too tired at the moment to really work myself into a froth I’ll just say that if you are looking for my new home I can be found at james AT guess-what-domain-this-is DOT com.
Geologist and his rock deemed a threat. Rock confiscated for the safety of all. Robert M. Thorson, a professor of geology at the University of Connecticut, hassled for his favorite rock writes,
I suppose I could have put the grapefruit-sized specimen inside my sock, swung it around my head like a mace, charged the cabin and attempted to hijack the flight…Perhaps your tax dollars will be used by an internal think tank of agency hire-ups to ponder why on earth a geologist would travel with a rock. Who knows?(No Stone Unturned)


I for one feel safer knowing that the bureaucracy works tirelessly to protect me from dual-use items such as chunks of gneiss. Thanks, TSA, that was a close one!
via Boing Boing
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