Lorne wakes up with a start, when there bursts out a thrilling vociferation in the western city, followed by a blue bolt flash through the sky without a thunderclap.
The Binary Clock, the ultimate gizmo for people who laugh in the face of time, play tiddlywinks on the lap of destiny, and boil bratwurst in the kitchen of fate.
This is the seat of logic, analysis, verbal reasoning and the kinds of thoughts--Maybe I should just kind of squinch over a little more to the left--that you never imagine crossing Tiger Woods's mind.