If You Like Boat Shoes...You'll LOVE The Killers

I've been trying to explain to people how awesome The Killers are. Mostly because they are awesome, and no one should be deprived of their awesomeness, but also because it'd be nice to have someone actually interested in what I have to say about them. So far it's an uphill battle.

The other day, my attempts were focused on Carrie, who likes boat shoes. And I told her about this interview a long time ago with Brandon Flowers wearing boat shoes, basically trying to convince her that he is the reason boat shoes are so hot right now; and therefore, she should love The Killers. Sound logic, I know.

A few days later, I sent her a picture of Brandon Flowers and the aforementioned boat shoes. Here's how it goes...

Autocomplete- convenient, in that you don't have to type all the letters; and yet inconvenient, in that it shows you just how crazy you have actually gone.

And now, back to studying (Yes, I'm still blaming this mostly on the Bar Exam...mostly), but before I go...Baby Bflow and his boat shoes...

Congrats, Bflow. You did it, and it only took a decade or so.

For the Non-Believers

Photographic proof that Opal is not as innocent as she appears.













That poor toilet paper never got to fulfill its toilet paper destiny.

The Bill o' Rights

You know I am all about rights...except the ones that seem wrong. Today as my parents and I were loading up the rental car in the driveway with their luggage, my dad accidentally hit the panic button. And much panic did ensue. I grabbed the keys and just started hitting buttons to make the thing shut up...but not before my neighbor came out, with a gun. That's right, a gun. He didn't point it at us or anything so terrible and in fact made an effort to hide it when he saw it was just a bunch of bumbling tourists. But still, he came out with a gun, in broad daylight. I don't know my neighbors that well, but I remember lending this guy a quarter when he was short one for the washing machine. Guess I should get to know him in case sometime I come home drunk and accidentally confuse his door for mine. Yipes.