This is rare now. I look at something idiotic or wicked or just flat wrong and say: "who the hell CARES?" Is this a sign of a better-tuned brain or just exhaustion at the flood of dumb and nasty? Either way, it isn't as stressful.
I am going to SF next Thursday for business and will be there Thursday afternoon, evening, and some of Friday.
Bob used the phrases "concerned morons," "box-wine rummo," and "bar-stained elbows" today.
What's your favorite nonferrous metal, and why?