No Siri or Alexa in my life, but speaking to cell phone Google, “Directions to…” I figure has added much otherwise lost time to my life span.
(Same for E-Z pass.)
Would like to read Kate requesting a virtually asssisted resolution to an inverted, inside-out double paradoxical conundrum she certainly can formulate.
The white belt makes a periodic resurrection among pro golfers. “Nothing says you’re serious about your round than a fashionable belt with a crisp pair of slacks and a collared polo shirt. The belt can bring your entire outfit together into one cohesive piece.” (2016)
“Life is so much better making up one’s own data: 27.4% better.” (Adapted from today’s Dilbert.)
N.S. briefcase guys (see also last Wednesday’s) bring to mind Hershey kisses : )
A “bingo” on Barney, Sir.
Seems to perfectly epitomize the Brit’s attitude while being blitzed, as epitomized by the great Vera Lynn in her WWII songs.
A Dirty Hare-y Magnum revolver, looking for someone to make his day.
“How odd/ of God/ to choose/ the Jews” (anti- Jewish) Brit columnist William Norman Ewer.
Then, again, the crucified Jesus was Jewish.
The irrepressible nun (St. Teresa of Avila) looked up to heaven and admonished her Maker, “If this is how You treat Your friends, no wonder why You have so few of them!”
The “answer” lies therein.
Obviously, the artist flunked out of his dream job of doing facial composite sketching of suspects.