... or, as the headline should've read:

Rescue Personnel and Surgeons Save Man's Life, Plaster Statue Gets All the Goddamn Credit

"I wonder how many vehicles you could chain together and have it still be safe."

Read the article. They aren't chained together. They're linked by an electronic network. The participating vehicles are fitted with electronic controls that, when part of a "train," are operated by the lead vehicle.

No one's being towed.

Re: racism. Remember that correlation does not mean causation. Besides, without further testing, you can't presume that racism leads to one's tendency to see black and white as evil and good. It could very well be the opposite; one's innate connection between dark/light and evil/good may very well be the root cause of racial tendencies.

"Intentionally pouring uneven pavement in a park intended for young children seems a bit off."

When I was a kid, playgrounds were made of huge wooden beams, metal poles, chains and tires, surrounded by yards of gravel, all potentially injury-inducing. I survived and so did all my friends. We also learned to look where we were going, that splinters wouldn't kill us, that crushed rock wasn't something to wrestle on, and most important, sliding down the slide in shorts during the height of summer was a very bad idea.

When I was a little bit older, I enjoyed running around the Leonhardt Lagoon in Dallas (http://tinyurl.com/ydtknty) and the Fort Worth Water Gardens (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Worth_Water_Gardens), both of which comprised -- guess what -- concrete and water.

I know I'm turning into a crotchety old man, but frankly today's plastic-bubble playgrounds make me sad. Raising kids in an entirely padded environment produces adults with no coping skills the same way raising them in a sterile, antibacterial setting produces adults with weak immune systems.

Let your kids get a few bruises and scrapes! Concrete only hurts when you aren't careful.

Jesus ... when did everyone become a naysayer? Oh, right. When everyone was allowed to publish an opinion without having to actually defend it from an informed rebuttal. Everyone here actually thinks that no one has thought about the sanitation level of the water?

As for the playground being made of tooth-chipping concrete, I say you gotta learn how to avoid injury somehow. Making everything out of Nerf is no way to instill survival skills.

"... while in many other publications the preferred abbrevation is apostrophe-number-s (e.g., '90s). It has nothing to do with its being possessive or not."

That bothered me, too. Possession has nothing to do with it. If you spelled it out, it would be "nineties fashion," not "nineties' fashion."

"All those hardware"?

I would've used bees.

Which particular angels painted the circles?

"Perhaps the most famous ..."
"... remains one of the most famous ..."
"... is perhaps the most famous."
"Undoubtedly the most famous ..."
"... no ghost ship is more famous ..."

Thesaurus, anyone?

I travel interstates quite a bit, myself. And yes, when I have to pull over to check the car, I take an exit. If it's an emergency and there isn't an exit close, I do use the shoulder, but that's still dangerous, no matter how wide it is.

The people above are suggesting that the couple should have pulled over and checked the condition of a coyote that was presumed to still be in the road after they hit it. Checking on something in the middle of the highway is life threatening. My point stands.

Cantaloupe sharpener.

"I had to show my girlfriend my passport, my bank card, and my driving licence to convince her that I wasn’t lying."

How long had she been his girlfriend before he bothered to tell her his name?

Guys, they were traveling an INTERSTATE. It might have been the teensiest bit dangerous for them to get out on a major highway and risk their own lives to check on a coyote, doncha think?

I've never heard a reporter with a more boring voice.