go red or go dead

• Mornings like today's make me pine for the fiery, scortched earth that DiCaprio is promising us. At least for a day so my face doesn't freeze off.
• the more you know . . . While we're all busy going red for women - let's remember that men die from heart explosions too. Go red for peoples, peoples.
• So, this lady went down - hard - when I was headed to the caf for eats. It was total, rodeo-style take down. She landed on her elbows and knees. Ouch. I provided emergency medical care by getting her a clean fork and some napkins for her bloody elbows. Women are way better at succoring in this situation. All I could do was shout-ask her if she was all right. "ARE YOU OK?! I SUFFER FROM VOICE IMMODULATION DISORDER." Fortunately, some ladies came by to provide shoulder rubbings and verbal mollification.
• So how was your President's Day off? Oh, you didn't have it off, sorry. It wasn't that great unless you went to see Rambo which was an odd mixture of hilarious/horrifying/poignant. Well, not poignant, but I needed a third thing.