HOW I FEEL WHEN I’M TWO WEEKS OUT FROM QUALS
9 years ago
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| Your kids are not Gollum in this story. |
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| You don't know what you want. Luigi know what you want. |
Now, I don’t know about you, but last time I was offered blue-cheese, Ranch, French or thousand-island dressing for my salad, I don’t remember having a panic attack, or even needing therapy at all. I don’t generally find my heartbeat racing or my palms sweating as I contemplate the rows of different brands of toothpaste on the shelves. And I am rather relieved at having been allowed the choice of whom to marry. There are poor teenagers in Indian villages who have none of these choices: I do not envy them.I'm glad Ridley is never overwhelmed with fast food options. But if the game is to consult our own experience, I have to make my confession: I have felt a bit paralyzed at the thought of selecting the wrong kind of hamburger before. Although I sympathize with the idea that having too many options is almost always better than too few, A part of me has to side with comedian David Mitchell on this one:
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| Superman Returns? |
We tend to think of Scottish clergymen as the epitome of prudence and thrift, weighed down with an anticipation of impending divine retribution for every tiny transgression. In reality, Robert Wallace was a hard drinker as well as a mathematical prodigy, who loved to knock back claret with his bibulous buddies at the Rankenian Club, which met in what used to be Ranken's Inn. Alexander Webster's nickname was Bonum Magnum; it was said to be 'hardly in the power of liquor to affect Dr. Webster's understanding or his limbs'. Yet no one was more sober when it came to calculations of life expectancy.With my Presbyterian background, I had to chuckle; I'm like to think that Ferguson, himself a Scot, must have done so when he wrote it.
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