One more sign of the Apocalypse

The Bushnell theater in Hartford, CT is re-opening after a major renovation. One of their inaugural performances this week is:

Charles Nelson Reilly’s Save it for the Stage

I don’t know which is more frightening, the show, or the fact that I wanna go (but $35 is too much for me)

What other portents of the end-time have dopers been seeing?

As my wife, her sister and I were navigating the steep switchbacks up Pike’s Peak on Wednesday, she for some reason started quizzing us on the effects of different recreational drugs, having never tried them herself. Between the SIL and myself, we covered the answers on most bases. The wife then turned to me and calmly said “Well, lets just get us some of that marijuana then.”

At least she could have waited until we were on a level road.

I heard a song that was released when I was in college (“Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses” by U2) playing on the classic rock station last week.

I swear, if I hear “Smells Like Teen Spirit” there, I’m going to shoot myself.

We were taken out to a fancy brunch yesterday and my 4 year old ate so much real, healthy food (salad! boiled shrimp! fruit!) that all she wanted from a ten-foot table crowded with desserts was one chocolate dipped strawberry.

Doesn’t Michael Jackson have a new cd?