I was leafing through an expensive exclusive clothing catalogue today, lusting after things I can’t remotely afford and fighting the urge to start feeling sorry for myself. They tell me that I can choose my feelings as carefully as I choose my words, that I can choose to refuse...
Miscellaneous Mayhem
God’s Toenails and Spies
Words are wonderful things. Gods are, too. I’ve always fancied a Grecian sort of formula, where a cantankerous bunch of gods vie with each other for followers and power, up to their necks in petty grievances and revenges and seductions and machinations and magnanimous acts of blessing. I can...
Turtles, Tits, Boredom, Butter, and Other Reasons for Divorce
I am ridiculously pleased to report that the word “tit” originally meant “a small animal or object.” This is a vindicating validating victory for A-cup women everywhere! No, I was not cruising tits (of any size) on the internet. If you check up on me and such searches show...
Priest Baiting
With all the cardinals returning to Rome to roost and preen their fine red plumage, the bird watcher in me remembered something heretical I wrote Before Blogging, back in the day when I had to find real people to address. Yes, it’s a real letter, and I really sent...
Healthy Normal American Boy
That’s what we sang back in 1976, when my small-town high school tackled a production of Bye Bye Birdie. High school was not a shining social series of glory days for me. I was always the last person chosen for teams in gym – at least, the last person...