Be kind and courteous to everyone you meet. But have a plan to kill them quickly if necessary.

There was a new kid behind the counter this morning at the indie coffee shop I often go to as my "office." I didn't think to mention that I wanted my carmel latte hot, and when he brought it to me I didn't have the heart to tell him iced wasn't what I had in mind.
Blech!!
Sorry, coffee was meant to be hot. And next time I'll be sure to specify.

This may get me in trouble, but it won't be the first time:
I find most selfies slightly... creepy.
I understand the selfie taken to show "me at/with ____." The reason for the pic is as much about the location or other person as it is the self. But I can't wrap my head around the motivation for taking a picture of just self and then posting it for others to see. It seems...narcissistic, or at least vain.

I don't know who Jennifer Lawrence is. Singer? Actress? "Reality" star?
Don't really care.
But she's in the news because someone hacked her private cloud account, stole nude pics of her, and posted them online for others to see.
Which raises the question, what dynamic is at work within the psyche that leads one to have nude selfies in a private album? (And if they weren't selfies that's even more troubling.) Assuming she (and others who were apparently also victims of this virtual break-in) have remarkable bodies, it makes me wonder if their self-image is defined by their bodies, by how they look sans clothing.
If so, I fear for their future. Time and gravity happen to all, and soon enough what they see in the mirror is not going to be good for their self esteem.
Or, as Solomon put it, "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised" (Prov. 31:30).

Am I the only one who thinks they should post a sign telling us we're sitting on one of those jet toilets? Those things scare the...
Never mind. Maybe that's the point.

When I read about ISIS beheading the journalists I pictured a guy wielding a big sword and an execution not unlike the guillotine. (I refused to watch the video of the first one.) Then I noticed the relatively small knife in the hand of the black hooded guy in today's photo.
That takes inhumane to a new level.

Today's workout included 84 burpees. I think I may need BACON to recover. Lots of BACON.