"I really do believe that if Sir David Attenborough would narrate my life to me things would be much easier."
Postmodern philosophy is the mycelium from which the toxic fungi of skepticism, sarcasm, deconstructionism, ironic politeness, and self-aware apologies emerge. These are nourished by a… Read More
She jabs her index finger at an app like she’s poking someone in the chest while she’s making a point in an argument. He lays… Read More
“What’s this $999.00 payment to NeverEndingWeb?” she asked. “That guarantees my new website won’t expire even when I do.” “Who’s gonna read it 100 years… Read More
A housewife tired of cooking for her large family without any thanks, opened a pop-up restaurant in the family’s garage. It became so popular that… Read More
Lips bloomed on Gerald’s backside overnight. He derailed the next day’s budget meeting when his trousers declared, “The moon’s a sentient being.” Pandemonium followed. HR… Read More
(1) Deep breaths–because oxygen apparently cures existential dread. (2) Distract yourself–recite the Bee Movie script, backward. (3) Rebrand it–you’re not panicking; you’re having a passionate… Read More
“Downtheshore“ is the linguistic equivalent of wearing socks with sandals. It buggers logic, style, and grammatical decency; yet Philadelphians use it with a row-house defiance… Read More
