Silence is golden, which means I am the world's richest man.
Life Is One Big Spearfish Falls, and other reasons I missed a week of work.
My toaster is still insufficiently cool, but now it's mocking me.
Of silly computers, time-travel, and, most importantly, ME.
Purple is a fruit. (a/k/a, I'm really trying to be healthy.)
The best laid plans of mice and men sometimes lead you to inadvertently learn how to classify apples.
Mr Bunches' Victory Garden, or how I learned to stop worrying and love my yard.
What We Really Need Are More Songs With A "Yodel Outro."
I Think I Set A World Record For Almost Dying.
The Pancakes of Time Get Their Revenge
Be afraid. Be very... well, be at least mildly afraid, and then overreact, possibly by high-fiving for Jesus.
The Grasshopper and The Ice Cream
The Jammed Ketchup Bottle Move, and Other Graduation Memories.
Just Another Routine Story
Now is the time for all good men and women to come to the aid of... me.
Has Anyone Ever Stopped To Consider That I Might Be Pro-Oxidant?
He's An Extraordinary Machine.
Maybe You Could Order A Few To Tide You Over.
Praise You Like A Shoe.
I Wish I Was A Muppet
Unraveling The Mysteries Of Life
Compared To This, Snake Canyon Was Nothing
But The Hardest Thing To Do Is Sing It The Way They Wrote It
Five Bucks for A Bottle Of Wine? You Can Tell Sweetie Picked A Winner.
The Egg Salad Incident
Also Broke Zarathustra
If you strike me down, I shall only become more powerful.
Sweetie and I Go To A Midnight Movie.
The Surprise Is That There's No Surprise.
What I'm Doing For The Holidays
Charity Begins At Home, Travels To The Grocery Store, Then Goes Back Home Again To Fall Asleep.
The Septathlon: Me vs. The Kids.
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