John: Man, I'm tired. Me: Bed, then, I think. John: I need a think. Me: That sounds like a Dr. Seuss story… I need a think that drinks pink ink. (pause) Me: Isn't there actually a story with pink ink and a think? John: It's a yink! Me: Who likes to think and drink pink…
Category: apropos of nothing
Humiliation pays
Last night, I discovered that at least some portion of what I say actually makes it past the fuzz and into his head. Pursuant to the Marital Advisory Notice posted some time ago, I was duly notified at midnight that there remained only two coffee filters; enough for the morning's pot and my mid-day brew….
Random literary musings of little import
Every year, at least once a year, I read the The Hobbit and Tolkien's trilogy. I've been doing this for about ten years now and still get something new out of them when I'm reading. Sometimes it's a general realisation of patterns and concepts, but often I simply read more thoroughly or with greater attention…
Rethinking grass.
Grass is inordinately important to our neighbour. I have never met anyone who cared as tenderly for it or spent as much time coddling it as he. He mows it weekly, waters it constantly, fertilises, limes, weeds, sprays and does everything except stroke it (and he may do that at night – I haven't checked)….
Pointless research
Generally I am all for finding out what makes people tick and why we humans do the weird and wacky things that we do. I'm a little more conservative when it comes to medical research and testing, though, as usually results of medical testing entail choosing a course of action. Take, for instance, prenatal screening…
