Crash, Crash, Bang, Bang!

Today in San Diego, CA a United States military owned plane crashed into someone's house.  How rude is that?  First of all, they didn't even ask, and secondly the pilot ejected!  I mean, if you're going to crash into someone's house at least have the courtesy to guide it straight in and not fuck up the lawn.

I've been listening to the same ten songs for the last week or so now.  I don't know why.  I know what each of them sounds like.  It's not like I'm learning anything new by hearing "Womanizer" for the ten-hundredth time.  The words and music are exactly the same as the first, second, and twentieth time.  It's not like the song is suddenly going to change to Bing Crosby tap dancing and singing the Sound of Music theme (Patent pending on the idea to make songs that will randomly and uncontrollably change).  It's like staring at dirt expecting a tree to grow right before your eyes, then start tap dancing and singing the Sound of Music theme.

Peace.