I suddenly had this 'vision' of a fish swimming through the Ocean when he suddenly sees this bright, shiny lure in front of him. The fish thinks "WOW" ... gotta get me that ... and grabs it.

In an instance, he's hooked, and being dragged through the water ... unable to stop, unable to get himself off the hook.

His world is now a blur. Everything he knew and loved is being left behind, as he is yanked up out of the ocean. Choking. Can't breath ... all the while wondering why the heck he didn't just stay away from the lure to begin with ...

Then, without warning, he is beheaded ... disemboweled ... and his lifeless body is then cast to the ground with millions of other fish that made the same mistake.

THAT, is the real "Vista" Experience.

Douglas Troy @ The Code Project

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"He sat at the front of the bus, waited patiently for the next stop and then got off. It was was quite strange at first but now it just seems normal. I suppose he is the perfect passenger really - he sits quietly, minds his own business and then gets off."

Mystery cat takes regular bus to the shops

Note 1: If I'm ever on the brink of achieving even slight fame, for any reason, scrub the net for any trace of my prior life. Ouch.

Note 2: Maybe I should beef up that pseudonymity.

We were out at MacGregor's Ale House, in Cary, last Friday night (Good Friday), drinkin beers, swearin, whatever. The topic of being cut off by bartenders came up, and I recalled that the only time I'd ever been cut off was on Good Friday, 1994, at a bar also called MacGregor's - but this one was 677 miles north, in Rochester NY. My girlfriend and I both had the day off from work, so we spent our day barhopping. We were cut off at MacGregor's before the sun went down. I'm smarter now - wiser, at least - so, there weren't any incidents, this time. Nobody got cut off - they brought us as many Blue Moons as we could handle: 0 for me, about 400 for the rest of the group.

While we were there, I ordered a "grouper sandwich". It was delicious, but it weren't no grouper. A grouper is a big fish - the fillets are nearly always an inch thick, or more. And it's like $19/lb at the store up the road from the bar. No, this fish was a skinny little thing that looked more like sole or some anonymous Asian catfish. Oh well, no biggie. Like I said, it was delicious. But, after reading this article, I wonder if I should have had the chicken wings instead... ?

So, if the US sponsors terrorists who fight against Iran, how can we condemn countries that sponsor terrorism against us ?

Looks like I picked the wrong decade to stop taking my Acceptol / Forgettol blend.

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