He was the typical armchair quarterback...under pressure, with no time to spare, dark wet spots on his Polo armpits, choke, choke, choke...and all the while, bragging about prowess

on the other hand, I can ignore the questions of life by witnessing tons of entertainment and commenting to the minutest detail. It gives me a sense of purpose in chaotic times.

they view anything else. It is part of The Village’s allure. That loss of agency in return for a Potemkin life of Happiness 2.0. Supposedly only during the the length of their vaca

When I confronted him, he seemed happy I could actually see him as he was. "Yeah, every fiber of my being is owned and controlled by MetroSanto. You should get far away and don't

"Mister LaForge, why aren't you at your post?" Geordie handed Picard a cardboard box. "Sir, some people from our past have sent us little wrapped soaps using Forever Stamps."

... oh heck! I'm sure I knew what that next word would be. Cool to see Chaz, though, like that time in a dusty record shop in one of the ghost worlds, while "King of Birds" played

All things begin and end. I thought I'd never get through elementary, Junior, Senior, military, Community College, University, marriage, infidelity, divorce, giggolo, fatherhood.

As Hrengor the Beholder made his selections in the produce section. some jackass with an open-carry license targeted him. "You put that basket and those veggies down, you monster."

There's a certain brand of amber incense that seems to ring a very tiny bell above my head, but the local store doesn't carry it any more. As for the thing I would never forget,

Privately, Hrengor the Beholder tried to soothe The Dragon Shajra-Rajrah. "Sincerely, we are not mocking you by floating above our meditation mats. We are happy to abide with you."

" The dragon grudgingly kept the motley horde back with a heated sigh. "Now see here, you. The Dragon of the Moonlit Pearl came to see me, and now I have a different perspective on

myself into his apartment and felt a little disoriented, as if I were walking on the ceiling. What I really needed to recover was The Hanging Man's log file, but the desk above me

sense, but only if you are VERY diligent. Not everyone is a Pro Folder. But me? Well, I don't mean to brag but my crisp folds won me the 2005 Paper Cut Folding Award. Yup. Eat my f

Scientists discovered that the real reason behind global warming was that the giant living inside the Earth had turned the heating up.

I had managed to stay two sheets to the wind for a fortnight--the entire length of my summer holiday--and was faced with the eventuality of my being an alcoholic, but I quickly

picked up some steam recently in Mississippi and Louisiana parishes. Seems that there are quite a few Donna Summer fans in the deep South, fans that want to keep her message alive

Emotion, D. E. for short, and the way she carried herself made me feel inadequate to even breathe. After receiving my merchandise, she said nothing and walked away, dropping a

This is the goal: Fanny...the beach...food poisoning must all appear in the last line of this fold. Fanny loved taking a lunch to the beach on her days off from work. She made tuna

Okay. Let's try this. The subject is Chico and the Man...more particularly, the Man...John the Subject was Roses, Grandpa Joe to some, Manny Rosen to others. Call me Jack Albertson

At present, I am--when it comes to writing this opening fold--apprehensively lazy...but for posterity, I will acquiesce to your sensibilities only if you maintain the status quo.