I dunno...I don't want to be The Boy Who Cried Fake, but there's something off about it. The rider running after the bike looks strange somehow, particularly towards the end.
I'm sure it's a very nice place and a worthy cause and so forth, but it is *not* the nation's one-and-only no-cage no-kill animal shelter--they got 'em all over the place these days.
Eh...If it makes mommy and daddy happy, go for it, but I'm not terribly convinced. One could make an argument against diapers based on cost and landfill space, maybe, but--as parent of three--I gotta say that the whole diaper-changing / potty-training experience was not that big of a deal, and my kids don't seem to have been warped for life for having gone through it, either.
Yeah, yeah, yeah--"(insert complaint here) was so much better back in my day--(group at fault) these days don't have any clue how to (verb)." There are, have always been, and will always be bad parents and bratty kids (and the two don't necessarily go hand-in-hand).
And it's amusing that this current fussy old man has the schmesticles to start by saying that he was a drunk who was lucky to have a saintly wife to raise his kids for him, and then turns around and complains about the parenting skills of others.
My driver's ed teacher many many years ago was a Mr. Karr (and a darned fine teacher he was, too--one of my favorites).
Last time we had to switch our health insurance (and thus doctor), one of the providers available was a Dr. Frankenstein. I wanted to pick him as our primary care physician, just for the name, but my spouse thought that there were more important factors to consider. Go figure.
Sixth Sense was boring--dragged along until the twist, and only then was it vaguely entertaining in retrospect. Unbreakable was worse. I'd write more on M.'s supposed storytelling genius, but then I got hit by a truck.
A) The article mentions that his wife has some fairly significant health issues.
B) Sure, the guy could apply for a job at McD's or wherever, but chances are that they won't hire him because he's overqualified, or because he's too old, or because they figure he'll move on as soon as he finds something better (which, no doubt, he will).
C) His biggest problem is probably that there's a million guys just like him. A friend of mine recently posted an entry-level data-entry job and got swamped with resumes, a significant number of which were from people with masters degrees and doctorates. Things are tough out there these days.
And, too, if memory serves, it's dubious whether or not the rock is "the" rock, as it wasn't identified as such until many decades later, by a very elderly Pilgrim who essentially said, "Uh, that might be the one, I think..."
And it's amusing that this current fussy old man has the schmesticles to start by saying that he was a drunk who was lucky to have a saintly wife to raise his kids for him, and then turns around and complains about the parenting skills of others.
Last time we had to switch our health insurance (and thus doctor), one of the providers available was a Dr. Frankenstein. I wanted to pick him as our primary care physician, just for the name, but my spouse thought that there were more important factors to consider. Go figure.
B) Sure, the guy could apply for a job at McD's or wherever, but chances are that they won't hire him because he's overqualified, or because he's too old, or because they figure he'll move on as soon as he finds something better (which, no doubt, he will).
C) His biggest problem is probably that there's a million guys just like him. A friend of mine recently posted an entry-level data-entry job and got swamped with resumes, a significant number of which were from people with masters degrees and doctorates. Things are tough out there these days.