Nothing really newsworthy at the baseball game last night. My brothers got two balls, the Keys lost, and we watched fireworks. I've been to more baseball games this summer than I had in the last two combined. I've also seen 3 fireworks displays, compared to just one each for the last two years.
As if you needed to know that.
I feel spoiled. It's a good feeling, but just a bit bittersweet. I mean, I know there are tons of people who never get the opportunity to see a ballgame, minor league or otherwise. But that's just me again, constantly fretting over things I can't control. Neurotic might be the word, but I'm worried if I look it up in the dictionary I'll be proved wrong! ;-)
Space technology would be adapted to receive and analyze brain-wave and heartbeat patterns, then feed that data into computerized programs "to detect passengers who potentially might pose a threat,"...
Huh? Umm. No... I did not just read that. *squints* Are they serious? This isn't April 1st, so... I dunno, but this wacky stuff is getting out of hand.
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