A few years back, I was part of a local library foundation whose goal was to fundraise the money necessary to allow our library to buy out another building to move into greatly expanding their available square footage.
Aside from my listening to and posthumous review of A Night at the Met, I didn't really do much of a tribute to the late Robin Williams. Considering how much of a fan I was (and still am) of his work, that's shocking.
The story of this couple in Atlanta that allowed their toddler son to cook to death in the car in the hot Georgian sun is just disgusting me to no end. That they were running web searches for how long it takes animals to die in a closed-off car? That they were searching for tips to survive in prison? That they couldn't act their way out of a box when confronted by cops (him) and coworkers (her)? That he was sexting up to seven different women including a 17-year-old girl while his son cooked?
Honestly, I thought we were nothing more than leverage. A bargaining chip used to negotiate a better offer from the City of San Francisco.
The L.A. Kings have ousted my Chicago Blackhawks from the 2014 NHL playoffs. I officially don't care about the Stanley Cup Finals.
So, um, go Rangers?
This is not a post about Game of Thrones. You're thinking "Arya," with a -y- in the mix.
"There can be only one!"
Who's the big man on campus now?
My plan this morning was to leave early (which I did), jump on the tollway (which I also did), and make it to work early so I could leave early (which did not happen).