People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

One Sack of Hammers, Hold the Water

How is a sack of wet hammers any stupider than a sack of dry ones? . . . → Read More: One Sack of Hammers, Hold the Water

Butt Holes and Baby Bunnies

At dinner, I asked Brian what I should write about tonight.

This is a pathetic gesture which usually means that all the blog post ideas in my little idea file seem too cerebral and my brain is tired.

Asking for ideas is a pathetic gesture because, of the several dozen times I have asked . . . → Read More: Butt Holes and Baby Bunnies

On the Eighth Day

And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done.

Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made.

And God . . . → Read More: On the Eighth Day

Loot

My rampage of over-thorough household organization continues, and finally, the kitchen is finished. During my quest to¬†quell¬†every last whisk’s desire for anarchy and every saucepan’s tendency toward insubordination, I found this:

So me? I was all excited, like so: Ooooh, I can make something! It will be vegetables that . . . → Read More: Loot

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