Klowns in my Koffee

Daily Kup (My Life in the Real World)
Mr. T and Attila the Son went to Boy Scout Camp and got a ringside seat near the path of a tornado.  They ran through a hailstorm to a shelter and then headed for home during a break in the weather.  They came back soggy, otherwise well and an evening early.  I think T was largely happy to have avoided sleeping in the tent, a possibility that he'd been dreading since the encampment was announced.

Tornadoes don't seem quite real.  When the sirens go off and my family is in the house, I herd them and two uncooperative cats into an internal hallway in the basement.  If I'm the only one home, I go outside and look around.  The landscape seems transformed with strange pinks, architectural black clouds and the oddest green cast over everything.

And It Wasn't Even On A Toyota Matrix

Is it the ultimate question?  Would you prefer to live unknowing in a sensical but false existence or learn the tragic reality?  Take the blue pill or take the red pill?

There's a possibility that reality is overrated.

The greatest truths are often really confirmations of what we already know.  The Matrix Runs On WindowsXP