Assorted Thoughts 10: Now With Double-Digit Numbers In The Title

• The height of irony is when Glenn Beck starts scolding others for saying anything to sell a book.
• You can track my progress around an REI store by following the little sounds of shock and horror I make every time I see a price tag.
• A restaurant featuring Indian-Pakistani food strikes me as a recipe for, ahem, explosive diarrhea.  Especially if you try the Chicken Kashmiri.
• I can do a very convincing Rip van Winkle impersonation.
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• At some point, I'd really like for a guy to hold up a bunch of gas stations at gunpoint while wearing a suit and tie (and a white collar, naturally).  I think the mixture of criminal classes would be entertainingly confusing.
• Kool-Aid is too artificial.  For the more health-conscious cults, I think they should be drinking juice.  Call it sui-cider.
• Loleta, California: where the age of consent is merely a suggestion.
• It's surprisingly creepy to be driving along the freeway and see a car that is apparently an exact duplicate of yours coming closer in the rearview mirror.
• Also creepy: when my car's AM radio is on the edge of the range of the signal you want, and several stations compete for the frequency.  I hear multiple voices, but none are clear.  My radio is become Legion.