Lately, a corny “dad joke” … which probably means my transition is complete and irreversible.
That was a long road to run for a pretty lame joke. But when we got our Bluray copy of the latest Star Wars film in the mail today, and I realized that it was April 4th… the fourth day of the fourth month, I went out and ran 4.44 km, stopping my watch on the mark, knowing damn well that I was going to do the old “dad joke” routine online later.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’m here all week.
Mother Earth, that is. It’s Earth Day today — in case you hadn’t realized. If I could actually see the ground for the snow, I might have done something quasi-organic. Instead, we’ll be spending the day indoors burning fossil fuels to keep warm. On the bright side, I’m not driving too far today.
Mother Earth seems to hate us at the moment. But, y’know, I can’t stay mad at her…
How big is your carbon footprint? I don’t know. How big?
It’s so big I could hide a fleet of SUVs in it.
It’s so big I don’t need to buy pencils for the rest of my life.
It’s so big I thought the snow was black.
It’s so big I’m going to buy oxygen and get rich on dry ice.
It’s so big I need an airplane hanger to store my shoes.
It’s so big I thought a toner delivery truck exploded.
It’s so big it has it’s own postal code.
It’s so big…
(You think you can do better? That’s what the comments are for.)