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Skiing conditions were again superb today, though it didn't seem right to have no wind. What happens of cowboys and cowgirls experience too much of that, and start getting soft? It would be no good, that's what it would be.
My favorite thing I've learned this week is that Presbyterian College's nickname is the Blue Hose. Besides the fact that this sounds highly odd in and of itself, I grew up in the same state Presbyterian College (we often just called it "PC") is in, and never once heard the term "Blue Hose". Maybe this is just fake news, minus the news part?
My favorite moment of sympathy this week did involve fake news however. I should point out that generally I'm not very sympathetic to a lot of stuff. For instance, when someone takes a baseball bat to a hornets nest and they get viciously stung dozens of times by seethingly irate hornets, I'm not sympathetic. Well, maybe to the hornets.
Anyway, the moment came during the president-elect's press conference, when he complained bitterly about having been unfairly besmirched by fake news. I was so sympathetic! How could anyone do that to him, our president-elect, such a paragon of shining moral excellence! So moved was I by my anguish and heartfelt sympathy that I began to tear out great handfuls of my hair! Boy, did that hurt, and it increased my almost unbounded sympathy even more!
Naturally the thought of "birther" never crossed my mind.
My favorite thing I've learned this week is that Presbyterian College's nickname is the Blue Hose. Besides the fact that this sounds highly odd in and of itself, I grew up in the same state Presbyterian College (we often just called it "PC") is in, and never once heard the term "Blue Hose". Maybe this is just fake news, minus the news part?
My favorite moment of sympathy this week did involve fake news however. I should point out that generally I'm not very sympathetic to a lot of stuff. For instance, when someone takes a baseball bat to a hornets nest and they get viciously stung dozens of times by seethingly irate hornets, I'm not sympathetic. Well, maybe to the hornets.
Anyway, the moment came during the president-elect's press conference, when he complained bitterly about having been unfairly besmirched by fake news. I was so sympathetic! How could anyone do that to him, our president-elect, such a paragon of shining moral excellence! So moved was I by my anguish and heartfelt sympathy that I began to tear out great handfuls of my hair! Boy, did that hurt, and it increased my almost unbounded sympathy even more!
Naturally the thought of "birther" never crossed my mind.