The new episodes started tonight. This promises to be another great season ( Read more... )

Have you ever had insomnia? For the first day or two you're just tired. Then you're so tired you can't think straight. Then you're so tired you feel like crying. Then you're so tired you start to hallucinate. Then you're so tired you start spontaneously falling asleep for little bits of time ( Read more... )

You know how there's that "found object" scam in the world o' art? Well, the real deal is found in the written word. Sometimes you can run across some peanut butter that just slathers itself in jelly, slaps on some white bread, and cuts off the crust. Check out this e-mail from my dad ( Read more... )

Science should stick to the stuff it's good at, like cable TV. And robots. Where are the freakin' robots already?

I've thought many times about how language evolves naturally, but that there are also accepted usages. I still cringe when I see "donut", "nite", and "thru", but I realize that the collective consciousness will eventually strong-arm these spellings into the norm. So, what's the point? Well, I was reading a book the other day when I ran across the ( Read more... )

Today I went to a fast food place to get a bovburgo, and they gave me two scrawny-looking napkins. I looked around where the straws and ketchup and all were laid out, but there was nary a napkin to be found. It's pretty sad to have to keep folding the napkin inside out to find a clean spot. After I dumped the tray, I realized I had some ketchup ( Read more... )

dandelions are weeds
golden flower, fluffy white seeds
dandelions are weeds

Yesterday at the Esperanto meeting, we played a game based on gin rummy--but with a twist. I've never heard of this being done before, but it's a very simple yet fun game. Perhaps counterrev could adapt it for ESL ( Read more... )

George Bush is a high-flying coke monkey.

-Will Ferrell (Saturday Night Live skit)

Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream. Exhale, release life's rapture.
Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let down hair. That is all there is to life.

Vladimir Nabokov