that little extra DNA

we're a strange lot, we humans

driving past the PNE the other day, i cracked my window in time to catch the screams of a group of people strapped into a huge roller-coaster.

i didn't actually see them but the imagery was enough to make me laugh out loud. we're the only animals on the planet who will actually barter with others to scare the begeesus out of us. here's five bucks, see if you can make me puke...

now i have just enough residue from the cro magnon years to understand the rollercoaster thing, the thrill of zooming past things at the speed of light. whipping around corners being flung this way and that, but what i have a hard time wrapping my gray matter around is bungie jumping. 

i mean with roller coasters it's the centrifugal force thing, the speed thing... but bungie jumping?... it's... the death thing. i'm going to wrap this rubber tube around my ankles and hurl myself off this tower towards the pavement or rocks, and hey, i just might smash a hole with my head or rip my legs off, but whoa, what a rush!!

rollercoasters or bungie jumping... both pale in comparison to... the catapult...


moot or hooey?

there has never been a sport invented that's required rain