BusRadio, a Massachusetts-based start-up, has discovered a brief interval where children and not being marketed to; the bus ride to school. BusRadio installs their radios free of charge into the buses and then “provides advertiser’s [sic] with a unique and effective way to reach the highly sought after teen and tween market.”

I’m of two minds on this. The entrepreneur in me slaps myself on the forehead and says “Damn! I wish I’d thought of that.” The human being inside me wishes we could let kids be kids for a few more years before turning them into proper, well-behaved consumers.

Researchers in England have concluded that entrepreneurship is primaraly a genetic trait rather than a result of the environment a child grows up in or the kind of education he receives

I find this interesting on a rather personal level. I am a serial entrepreneur, a trait I share with neither of my brothers nor my parents. I was raised in a typical and traditional manner. My father was employed by the federal government for his entire career and my mother stayed at home and took care of us kids. Today both of my brothers have good, steady normal jobs.

I’m adopted, and last year I met my birth parents for the first time. It turns out both of them are entrepreneurs who have started their own companies.

Oh, those wacky Christians!

A man jumped into the lion cage in the Kiev zoo, walked over to the lions and shouted “God will save me, if he exists.”

He didn’t. A lioness immediately pounced on him and ripped open his carotid artery. The king of kings could not be reached for comment.

Now, what I want to know is why this chump thought he was a special snowflake. I mean, the Romans threw thousands of Christians to the lions  and the Big Guy didn’t feel compelled to intervene on their behalf despite the obvious PR value of such a move. So what made this guy think divine intervention would protect him from his own stupidity and arrogance.

It’s the Circle of Life.

Ah, those irrepressible, hopelessly repressed conservatives!

When Las Vega’s Pink Taco restaurant announced they opening a branch in Scottsdale, they encountered opposition because this name is supposedly slang for vagina. That much has been in the news, but two things struck me.

1. OK. I’m a man of world. I’ve been around. (nudge nudge, wink wink). I admit that the term “pink taco” could be slang for a vagina, but neither I nor any of my worldly friends, nor some rather creative and entertaining Google searching could find a single incidence of it actually being used in that way. It’s not slang, it’s classic Freudian projection.
2. There is no controversy here! This is not news! There were a total of four emails (three of then anonymous) received by the city council. Four emails, probably from the same person, does not a controversy make.

Next year they plan on opening a seafood restaurant called “The Bearded Clam”.

Cowards never view themselves as cowards. In fact, cowards tend to view themselves as brave and virtuous. They have an astounding ability to delude themselves into thinking that their fear of confrontation is actually an demonstration of their virtue. After all, it is easy to fake compassion towards one’s adversary, and it caries little risk.

Likewise, every obnoxious insecure asshole, be it the domineering boss, the suffocating father or the violent husband, seems to have convinced themselves that their abuse is actually an expression of caring. The assholes justify their actions in terms of teaching lessons, efficiency or tough love.