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“Elevenses”
Good morrow chaps, chapettes and chapsticks, you know who you are. An analogy I’ve been mentally kicking the tires on of late goes as follows; life is like playdough session. Having never been partial to boxed chocolates one must extrapolate. Anyway, let’s consider, your parents, (guardians whatever), provide you with what is essentially an arbitrary Continue reading
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360, No-Scope
Threetings two one and all! Good morning, howdy, what’s good? You have been thusly threeted. We have a topic of the grandest importance to discuss prior to poem this morning… British ways of saying things that are vastly superior to our humble “across the pond” alternatives. Identity Parade. Who the hell wants to be in Continue reading
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The Final Countdown
Good morrow fair peasants and pheasants! Let’s avoid being hunted by the wealthy for sport momentarily and take in a picture together. I have an important query, why do spaceships in movies ALWAYS have built-in self destruct sequences? When would this ever be considered practical? I’ll accept potentially dangerous scientific experiments but every darn craft Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 