So, hey, we have spent a lot of time these last few days moralizing. And yes, yes, yes, I’m a moralizing imbecile, but that’s only for my friends and that one ex-girlfriend. So, we’ve been going on and on and on and on about good and
Back so soon, eh? Well, it’s Friday. What am I supposed to do, work? Ha, good one. So, early birds vs. night owls, right vs. left, vegan vs. omnivore, electric vs. gasoline, and obviously the greatest dichotomy in all of history: Mercedes vs. BMW. It’s Mercedes. Beemers are
Hello there, you over-caffeinated mammal. Monday mornings, amirite? What do we hate more than Monday mornings? Exactly. Women. And hey, what’s not to hate about the old balls and chains? Well, I’m not really big on misogyny, to be honest. I get along great with women. I
So, have you ever snuggled with a pig? And no—before you make a very clever ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend joke—I mean the animal. The cute, innocent one with the flat nose. The humble pig is probably the saddest, smartest, unluckiest creature in all of creation. Think about
It's Sunday. I never post on Sundays, but damn, it's a weird one. Last night was fun and Friday afternoon was wild. Now the week is starting, and I'm here just thinking about all the things I've learned in all these years.
So, I missed my Friday publication deadline because some asshole decided to be an asshole and all that. But I was thinking, who will punish such an asshole? We need a force for good, someone that doesn't let anything slide. In summary: we need the Devil. He'
Well, hello, you anxious little mammal, you. You're back for more of my ramblings. And yes, yes, yes, it's been like twelve days—but who needed more pieces like mine during a week like last week? It had everything. It was a very intense week. So
So, we're doing this again? Okay. You've been warned, I'm feeling extra snarky today. So, let's do a difficult subject: forgiveness. Wherever you look, the idea of forgiveness is part of that light propaganda that keeps society running smoothly and sorta duel-
The greatest gift God can give you is a noble friend. The second-greatest gift God can give you is a noble enemy. —Adapted from C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle (1956) It was only a matter of time before we ended up with Lewis, wasn’t it? The Last
So, you strange mammal, are already back for another one of my rantings. Can’t say I’m surprised. Let’s do it. After my piece about obsession and my preachy ending, I got some comments from friends who read it. Some were like, “That’s beautiful, Sisyphus,” but those
“Oh hell yeah, Sisyphus is gonna dunk on obsession, obsessive people, and everything that is not perfectly balanced, neutral, boring, non-emotional exchange! Let’s do this!” Well, don’t count your injuries before you try to pet the cat, I say. Let’s go slowly. So. Obsession. It’s
The awakening, you must be thinking? To what? Consciousness? Sexuality? It’s sexuality, right? I’m kind of freaky, so it definitely checks out. But no, dear reader. This is about something bad. This is about the awakening. The one that happens when you discover the answer to one of