A hot August day filled with Prince Harry, Paul Ryan, George Zimmerman, Data from Star Trek, rodents of unusual size, and the Dread Pirate Roberts.
It’s quite cold at night. Comforter cold if you have the windows open. Which you should cause closing windows at night makes no logical sense.
The sun rose at 6:19 a.m. It was lovely. By then I’d already had my coffee, watered my outdoor plants, caught up on email, and posted a few items for sale on Craigslist.
Nude photos of Prince Harry have popped up online. On The Denver Post site, this story currently appears just above a story about the Century Aurora 16 theater, the site of one of the deadliest mass shootings in U.S. history.
In other news, a Chicago man is facing charges after groping a pregnant woman on a Jet Blue flight, intimidating a flight attendant, and sitting next to movie producer Cassian Elwes (Blue Valentine). Actually, he probably wasn’t charged for hanging out with Cassian. (Cassian is Cary’s brother — remember Cary? “Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.”) Anyway, the New York to LA flight was diverted to Denver. Big adventures here in the mile-high city.
Paul Ryan’s interracial dating history is also news. Keli Goff at The Root writes, “Here’s a well-known phrase that has virtually become a punch line: When someone finds himself on the ropes facing an allegation of racism, the go-to reflex defense is usually something along the lines of ‘But some of my best friends are black!’ Translation: ‘I can’t possibly be racist or racially insensitive because there are black people I like and they like me. So there.’ Many of us are so used to hearing this — and, frankly, dismissing it (remember George Zimmerman’s media-friendly pal Joe Oliver?) — that we long ago stopped asking, What if it’s actually true?”