It’s always a bad idea To admit you have no idea Put another way: No idea is a bad idea You get the idea

Most lives are lived in service to one institution or another but only very recently has this begun to feel

Your search for a vein is now done in vain under the soft tyranny of wireless narcotics in whose touchless embrace

I’m sad to say I’ve never been happier And I’m happy to say I’ve never been sadder All of which is to say

If my wife could re-draft she says she’d still take me but only after trading back to the second round

On the Mt. Rushmore of cartoon mice I would put four Jerrys

A human has being so, we call ourselves human beings God has meaning so, we call Him

I have a bad habit of predicting the future; it has kept me alive but only to fight another day And yes, my brain is pattern-seeki…

I’m the kind of guy Who doesn’t ride a motorcycle But always wears a leather helmet

I’m no angel But I have two angels– One to protect me from others And one to protect me from myself So, I was never alone

A mid-life crisis happens when you realize that life is a treadmill which keeps speeding up until you fall off

If you can get what you want you’re selling yourself short

We are all of us unreliable narrators Some of us just make a living at it

I didn’t start consistently moonwa… until they required us to wear Fit… to qualify for our employee health…

Social media– the bureaucracy of the people– is an eternal now where you always have just enough time