I haven’t been paying too much attention to the news lately, so I don’t know many details about the whole Sniper Scare around here. I thought it would work me up too much to get details, and scare me from keeping up with my normal activities. Well, I got rather scared today, but it had nothing to do with the news.
I went out to Michael’s (the craft store) to get some watercolor paper for my Meg-a-thon project. We spent quite a long time in there (and quite a lot of money, tee hee), getting all the various supplies I’d need for my latest foray into abstract art (it’ll be awesome, if I do say so myself.) But as my Mom, Steven, and I were standing at the cash register, the manager came up and they started getting worked up about a white van that had been parked outside the store for a while. I asked someone what the problem was, and my Mom said that apparently the police thought a large white van might have some connection between the shootings. Great, just as we’re walking out of the store…
I was rather frightened, I’ll admit it. It just kind of brought it home to me that there’s some madman (or men), running around the general area, killing people at will with no motive. See?! It’s just like Donnie Wahlburg in his underwear – things like that can actually happen. Dead people may tell you that they “feel better now”, they might even be hanging from your school’s hallway, but what can they really do to you? They’re dead. (And if you’re seeing them, yeah that’s creepy, but go away.) But there really are people out there like Naked Donnie Wahlburg; disturbed, deranged, and in posession of weapons.
And that scares me.
Happy thoughts, now, so let’s turn to poop. Hehe, no seriously. I was watching Late Night with Conan O’Brien yesterday afternoon (the repeats on Comedy Central.) Martin Sheen was on, and Conan invited him to tell an “old addage”, since that’s some odd hobby of Mr. Sheen’s. Anyway, he told a cute one, so I’m going to tell it here, cause nothing calms people down like a good story about good ole’ Number Two.
There once was a farmer who wasn