just heard on the news, in re: a small commuter plane (headed for the grand canyon) crashing into a hangar: "the pilot suddenly found himself faced with a decision, and instead, he crashed into the hangar". i think he should have made the decision, myself. "the hangar, a mass of twisted metal, and the plane only intact from the cockpit back". only. well, that's the important part, right? but that sounds scarier than "the nose got all bent out of shape" i suppose.
unintentional comedy at its finest, folks.
Isn't that a lyric by the band Rush?
matter of fact it is. from 'Freewill'
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will
Does this mean you were/are a hescher? Only old heschers know Rush lyrics. You know, hanging out in the 7-11 parking lot leaning against a rusty jacked-up Trans Am and cranking up Rush, feathered hair and denim jackets and concert t-shirts. Does Free Bird make you all teary-eyed?
hey. trans-ams are cool cars.
i don't feather my hair anymore, i have a denim jacket but it's beige, and i finally got over freebird. really.
but there were times, oh yes, there were times.
Well, the next time I am faced with a decision I will just crash my car through the nearest parking garage.
but remember, if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.