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June 7, 2007

Thursday

Today's random word is shovel.

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David: With The What Now?

“All right. Think of it like this. Suppose you have a shovel, so you start digging straight down toward the center of the Earth. You toss each shovelful of dirt over your shoulder. As you keep going deeper and deeper, eventually you will reach a depth at which you are unable to throw the dirt in your shovel high enough to escape the hole. It will instead fall back down on your head, refilling the hole at best, or in the worst case burying you alive.”

“What does that have to do with whether or not the defendant mugged somebody?”

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Jim: Implementation

Lamont shoveled down some cereal and hammered a glass of orange juice. He found himself wanting to add some vodka but a screwdriver was out of the question.

Lamont stopped in front of the mirror and liked what he saw. As always, the hoes at the Crow Bar would be impressed with his rakish clothing and even mower admiring of his ready cash. But that would come later.

One final flash of his golden grill and Lamont scooped up Ms. Fluffywhiskers. He clamped her firmly and boxed her up for the vet. Today was the day she was getting spade.

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