". .. . professional surfer Tom Dosland fell 40-feet down the front of a wave at Jaws, Maui's legendary surfing break."
This is old news but I just recently stumbled across this story.
The woman in question weighed 125 pounds and described herself as a "bottomless pit".
Even allowing for the almost inevitable problems and delays in developing super-complicated new technology, this doesn't sound good.
"My sweatpants keep falling down because my wallet is too heavy."
Save for . . . just in case.
Coming to terms with Donald Trump as the Republican nominee is like being told you have Stage 1 or Stage 2 cancer. You know you’ll probably survive, but one way or the other, there’s going to be a lot of throwing up.
Sad but interesting. Includes this tidbit: "Seven-footers are so anomalous that an absurd 17 percent of them who live in the United States will at some point play in the NBA."
Probably just for philosophy and economics nerds, but it made me laugh.
It's either very exciting or scary as hell, you choose.
Don’t ask why you would put yourself in this position in the first place, because it makes no damn sense.
If you this doesn't make you smile, you should probably take your cold heart to somebody else's blog.