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Overslept. Here are a few random thoughts along with a wish that tomorrow will be less hurried and random. - - jam

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There have been some pretty appalling comments on local news stories lately. Yes, I know I said that already. This one might fall into the Life Comes At You Fast category:



The next one is my current favorite in what I’ll call the Do No Harm category:



I’m hesitant to admit this but I had a comment downvoted and ultimately deleted on the Columbia Reddit yesterday. The offending comment?

“Go away, Fox News.”

It was in response to a post by the local Fox affiliate hyping crime in the area. One respondent asked me “Why?”  I attempted to explain but it looks like my explanation was not acceptable. 

Oh, well. 

The last comment for today is also from me but it is not local. I was reading a lovely newspaper article about Jeopardy contestant Jamie Ding and these words leapt out at me:


My response:

“This is a sign: Jamie Ding must appear next on Sesame Street!”





Can’t you just see it? Maybe it’s just me. 

Have a great day and, as always, send along any favorite HoColocal stories.


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