“Data is not information, Information is not knowledge, Knowledge is not understanding, Understanding is not wisdom.” — Clifford Stoll and Gary Schubert
Proof that I have no shame (or dignity, or a stole that fits):
Here in Northern Virginia it’s all about The Sniper (or, as I like to call him, Snipey). Snipey didn’t pick a very good time to shoot random people – if he had done this, say, twenty years ago, we would have been horribly concerned and panic-stricken. Now, in these post-modern over-analyzed days, the only people who really care are Geraldo Rivera, who is convinced we’re all going to die because he gets stuck in traffic, and my wife, who is convinced I’m going to die because I get stuck in traffic (mainly because she watches Geraldo Rivera). Everyone else is ironically handicapping where the next shooting will be, or maybe whether he’s ex-military or a Counterstrike player gone to the ultimate pro circuit. No one really thinks they’re going to die, or at least they’re too cool to admit it. Meanwhile what few full-service gas stations still exist are doing a booming business.
I still have 3/4 of a tank. Not that you asked.