A New York Cop, writing for Slate (I am linking way too much to them) thinks that the DC sniper is going to be very difficult to catch. I can't help but agree. I am not an expert but it is fairly obvious that this guy is good, a veritable killing machine. He has probably had military training because civillians just don't shoot that well without expensive hard-to-buy equipment. An insurance salesman who stopped by the house made an interesting point. The killer seems to be choosing his targets at random, but he could be killing some of the targets to obscure his motive for killing one target. Otherwise the sniping is just a very sick game.
I must be the world's worst telephone conversationalist. Somebody called me today looking for a pick me-up (I am guessing anyway) and I failed miserably. I told a lame joke about two hunters in the woods. You know, the one where the guy shoots his buddy because the 911 operator tells him to make sure he is dead. My delivery is always rushed when telling jokes and I am usually ill at ease telling them. I do better with wise cracks and stories. I can be funny (at least I would like to think) but not that type of funny. Call me again! I'll do better next time.
My brother is getting too big and strong for me to wrestle with. I had the upper hand physically in the past by a safe margin.Now he's so strong and agressive that the stakes are kind of dangerous. I can still whup him, but the amount of effort is enormous. Plus he's a mean little squirt. He's taken to sneak attacking me and wrestling me to the ground by my head. I have taken to pushing him off and demanding shrilly in a little girl's voice that he "leave me alone!" My Mom warns us not to break the furniture and him not to complain when he gets hurt fighting someone bigger than he is. It's sad - I can bench press twice his weight, but I can barely beat him in a fair wrestling match.