It’s important to remember, when you’re up late struggling to finish your homework on time, that eventually it won’t matter at all how well you did in your classes. In just a couple billion years, everything you know and love will be vaporized in the magnificent death throes of your very own sun.
Jordan and I just heard what sounded like a gunshot as we were parking on Geary. It turned out to be the sound of a car colliding with a motorcyclist in the middle of an intersection. We stuck around long enough to see that the motorcyclist was carried safely into an ambulance, and he (miraculously) seemed able to move his arms on his own.
I didn’t see exactly what happened, so who knows who was at fault, but holy shit people: look twice for motorcyclists, and if you are one, wear your damn helmet.
i can relate to pirates because i too am after the booty
My high school senior class had a pirate theme, so a couple of my more artistic classmates silkscreened shirts for anyone who wanted them. The front had a piratey looking skull and crossbones, and on the back was a treasure chest and the words “We’re after the booty”.
The slogan was my 64-year-old English teacher’s idea.