Existentialism deconstructed with an eight pound sledgehammer.
An old photo brings back memories of being a crossing guard, back when liability laws were more lax.
Raising the bar for trivial introspection. Again.
I’m back. Uh, you did know I was gone, right? Oh, good grief.
Mentally bankrupt, and my checking account ain’t feelin’ so hot, neither.
Wherein the blogger contemplates the ruination of one bicycle frame in order to possibly ruin another, much more expensive one.
Just as you should take care about what you say around TSA screeners, so should you pay attention to what they say — or don’t say — around you.
Airplanes and airports are ideal habitats for the lurking blogger in need of post material.
The curse of the day: may you live in interesting times.
The Project nears completion, and, surprisingly, it’s a pleasing piece of work.