It's called 'the brakes,' dipshit

OK, so here you can see what it looks like when a moron drives a spaceship into the atmosphere. If our angle had been any steeper, I wouldn't be writing this now. Thanks much to the Edmonton police for this visual evidence of why I will keep smacking a certain pilot on the forehead.

Plans are for suckers

At times I, a planner in a vast interstellar organization, am chastised for my unwillingness to make long-term plans for myself. When I travel, I prefer serendipitous encounters and random-chance finds. A perfect example why: While on the home world and out on a long-planned meal get-together with my mate and an old friend of hers/his, we learned another old friend's mate had died. Instantly all of our plans were out the window and the entire day shifted from refreshment and reattachment to grieving and support. On Oct. 27, all of you will have fresh examples of why planning is for fools. Live for today. Make plans, but not hard and firm ones. Soon, you'll be in the mines. Plan accordingly.

God and sinners

If you are a U.S. resident and believe in God -- and a recent survey indicates almost all of you do -- your God has a vicious sense of humor. For Jesse Helms to die on July 4? The same day as John Adams? Thomas Jefferson? Barry White? It's simply f***ing perverse. God must hate America to mock it so.

Hey, I know this guy

That's Skxkktvbly! I haven't learned to read Indian yet (how many freaking languages does one world need?!), so I have no idea what he's doing here.