Rand and I had intended to come back from England a few days earlier than we actually did. On the morning we were slated to leave, Rand looked at the weather report in Seattle, decided it was too damn hot, and moved our ticket. These are the luxuries that are afforded to the lucky, the…
There are a few things that you should know about the World’s Fair. First off, it still exists. I, too, was surprised.
“Is that …” Lisa trails off, never taking her eyes off the contents of the elaborate metal shrine in front of us. “A mummified arm,” I reply. “Yeah.” She is wordless for a moment, staring at the left arm of (according to a nearby placard) St. Vincent the Martyr. Then she looks back to me, as though…
I was tempted to once again use last week’s gimmick – of attempting to write about the Holy Grail, but getting distracted by my fascination with flightless birds – at the beginning of this post. But I didn’t want to exhaust the joke and besides, I don’t need any pretense here: this post is about…
Okay, where was I before yesterday’s digression into the flightless birds of South Africa? Oh, right. I was telling you about the Holy Grail. Arguably one of the most important relics in all of- OSTRICHES. Err, sorry. Heh. That was weird. The Holy Grail. One of the most important relics in all of Catholicism. Ahem.…
I was in the process of working on a post about the Holy Grail. My family is Catholic, so I figured it was kind of important, because the grail marks the point in time when we all should have started feeling really guilty about stuff. Anyway, I was thinking about the post, and drafting a…
Last week, I went for a run to the park near our home. And by “run” I mean jog. And by “jog” I mean walking in sort of bouncy way that, if viewed at a much higher speed, would suggest the act of physical exercise. All while wheezing like an asthmatic Darth Vader. Ahem.
You said you wanted to see the desert. I can’t remember where you got the idea, but once you had it, that was it. It’s happened plenty of times before – you become singularly focused, you get a particular look on your face, and the only thing left to do is follow you.
I know this is a WTF Wedsnesday post, and today is Friday. What can I say, folks? Laziness is a hell of a drug. I feel like most normal people are irrationally scared of at least one harmless animal. I speak not of rational fears, mind you. I think it’s totally reasonable to fear…
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