Let's start with the lede, for those of you who are not in the Richmond metropolitan area: This gas station, the one where they've arrested who may or may not be the D.C. Sniper, is about four miles east of my work, about three miles north of Kim's work, and about five miles southwest of our house; it's pretty much smack in the middle of those three locations. Saturday's sniper shooting in the small town of Ashland -- which, as you may recall, is where I talked about a couple weeks ago potentially playing volleyball in -- took place about 10 miles north of our house. So yeah.
I'm listening to an radio simulcast of the local CBS station, and the back-and-forth is pretty funny (sorry, tension makes me find things more hilarious): About every ten minutes, one of the anchors will throw the broadcast to a reporter with a line like, "And here's Joe Reporter with some new information," and then Joe Reporter will say, "We don't really have any more information, but here's a timeline of what we already know," or "We have this exclusive interview with a child psychologist from VCU," or "We have some breaking news: The press conference scheduled for 11:00 has now been moved to 1:00."
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
