I don't know who Ayn Rand is. Should I change that or just let it lie?
Imagine the baby that would result from a night of passion between Ebenezer Scrooge (before the spirits changed his ways) and Mr. Krabs from Spongebob. Now imagine that baby grew up and married the baby that would result from a night of passion between Yzma from the Emperor’s New Groove and Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. Now imagine the newlyweds had a baby of their own, and that baby was raised aboard a Ferengi Starship, where she was tutored in empathy and compassion by Lord Voldemort. Now imagine that baby grew up and someone told her that any opinions she might have or conclusions she might reach are based on objective logic and reason, and that anyone who disagrees with her is simply being irrational. Now multiply that person’s greed and heartlessness by 100 and you’ll begin to see something that comes close to resembling Ayn Rand.
That awkward moment when you are out of town, in a mostly unfamiliar place, and you get the long side-eye from out of the driver’s seat of the local patrol car.
I will never not be distrustful of law enforcement, doesn’t help that I know nothing about how the local department operates.
Note to self
Good to chill the iced coffee in the freezer, it’s hot today. Probably not so good to leave it in long enough a layer of ice formed on it.
There. I started packing. I’m meeting up with my partner, who left ahead of me to spend time with friends and family. The joke in this is that condoms is the one thing we seem to forget, trip after trip. We’re staying with friends, and somewhat unlikely to need them. All the same, better to have them than not, in case such opportunity arises.