I'm not much of a blogging person. But I got some words to throw out.

On Wednesday evening I arrived at the rural town I grew up in, where my parents still reside. I admit though, I didn't travel 230km to see them, exactly, I came over to this boring patch of the universe to visit my cat, Stimpy. He was a present for my seventh birthday in 1996, taken away from his siblings as a little bastard feral thing from my Grandpa's farm, and over the past thirteen years has grown into quite...

In The Land of Seagulls and Gingham
By Lewis Black
From his book, Me Of Little Faith


I haven't had a lot of contact with the Mormon Church, or as they call themselves, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Sure, I remember Donny and Marie from their seventies variety show. I knew one of them was a little bit country and the other one was a little bit rock and roll and together they were nothing less than horrifying as they created the musical equivalent...