Some people like adrenalin rushes. They like to feel their blood pressure rise and their heart pound. They want to live “on the edge”. I am not one of these people. You know what I like? This –
Fishing doesn’t involve adrenalin. It involves waiting. I like waiting. It’s easy. Usually fishing is good when you have a rod in one hand and a beer in the other. I have pictures that show me in such a pose but my boss says I can’t always post pictures with alcohol in them. So I found one that doesn’t show my beer. But trust me, it’s there.
But recently, I’ve realized that the sea is not as tranquil a place that I want it to be. Why is that? Because of sharks. Sharks hate people. That’s why they eat us. I know, I know, the statistics say that you have a one in a gillion chance of being a victim of a shark attack. That’s all well and good until a hammerhead is munching on your lower torso and you can’t do anything about it. When you are THE one in a gillion, you don’t like science.
So why am I talking about sharks? Because I saw a movie trailer the other day and it is terrifying. Take a look –
A freaking Sharknado! Hey there language wizzes, that’s sharks and tornados combined into one word. Is there another word that could be as terrifying as that? Maybe a Lioncane. Or a Spiderlanche. Or a Oprahquake?
I don’t like taking chances but the people around here at the radio station thought they would treat me with a hot-air balloon ride at Lift-Off. Little did they know that I took this “gift” as a sign of my impending doom. I wanted no part of that balloon and thus, made this face on the way to the event