I was killing time on my lunch break today web surfing. One article lead to another and another and before you know it, BAM my world has been turned upside down by new found knowledge. Do you know how Catherine the Great died?
Think you know, huh? Something about a horse?
Pish! Catherine didn't die getting it on with a horse. Poor unfortunate soul - what an awful rumor to have persist about you centuries after your death. Catherine died having a poo. Catherine the great expired while have a bowel movement, having a stroke and falling off the toilet. Ha! You'd think that would be a scandalous enough end to have circulating so long after expiration. Alas, it seems Catherine's infamous sexual appetite would only be quenched in death by the rumor of an ultimate screw. Bestiality never sounded so... deadly.
Someone should make a PSA about taking safe poos. Now there's something that is hazardous to your health.
You can learn a lot of things on the web.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Ten years ago I was living in New York City. A New Yorker, I was born just outside of the city and grew up along with the Towers in the seventies. They were such a part of What Was New York, as much as the Empire State Building and the Brooklyn Bridge. They are deeply rooted in my childhood along with Big Wheel and Sit 'n Spin, Brady Bunch reruns and The Wizard of Oz playing on our small black and white every year. Tearing them down as the terrorists did was a blow to our country, for sure. And it knocked New York over, briefly. We're a resilient bunch, and the tone in the city for months to follow was a more congenial one. People made eye contact more. The tone at first was somber, but after the shock wore off a bit we did get back to our lives, minus the innocence. That was gone for good.
There are too many memories for me associated with the tragedy that occurred ten years ago tomorrow. For now, I will instead think about ten years ago tonight. My friends were still alive. I believed I'd never be personally touched by such monstrous evil - it didn't even cross my mind. Ignorance was indeed blissful.
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