Yesterday I was a little bored waiting for football to come on the TV.
So I wandered to that repository of cinema magic – YouTube.
The day’s selection de jour was car crashes.
The non-fatal kind.
Just about all of them were from Russia.
I suppose part of that was because it seems everybody in Russia has a dashcam.
Stop signs, traffic signals and speed limits appear to suggestions only.
And they are rarely taken.
Same thing with passing on the right, running into stuff in front of you and turning from the wrong lane..
And they all get mad like that nurse lady who’s been in the news recently for going crazy in her car.
I wonder how she’s doing today?
This, of course, leads to thoughts of the new cold war between the U.S. and Russia.
And they wear their hats on the back of their heads.
How can anyone take an army of slobs seriously?
Which, of course, leads to people who name their kids with things that rhyme.
Why do people do that?
Hi, meet Jerry Harry.
It’s hard to stifle my giggles.
I always figured rhyming names belong in a kid’s storybook, nowhere else.
Why just there?
Because the kid reading it will probably be laughing his butt off at that funny name.
That keeps them occupied and not bugging adults.
Now put that name on a real person and you get the idea of what he or she is going to be living with the first 15 years of their life.
A judge a couple of years ago forced the New Zealand parents of “Talula Does The Hula” to change her name.
Good for that judge.
And that, of course, leads to football which is finally starting.
Nothing to be grumpy about today.
But the day is still young.