Growth of the Garlic My garlic is growing, and it bothers me more than it should. I like my food dead, or at least never alive in the first place, but certainly not in a state of growth.
Forced through a fine mesh screen Zapp Brannigan preps the troops: many of you will die for your planet, and a lucky few will be forced through a fine mesh screen for it. A small tribute to the finest captain in the military.
There like a god he sits and takes his wine I bought The Odyssey Friday night and finished it by Monday, unable to put it down once Odysseus neared his bloody vengeance. A few lines I loved, and a confession about my total lack of reading restraint.
IHOP ... to the bathroom, quickly I went to IHOP. Two of my party ordered All You Can Eat pancakes, which I argued was, for anyone with taste, at most one. "I guess we'll know in a couple of hours," I told the cashier. No reaction.
Olympic Half-Time Show The Type A engineer in me insists: figure skating is the half-time show of the Olympics. You can't meaningfully measure it for medals. It belongs there about as much as someone throwing a ribbon around.
Rednecks ... Hopefully Endangered, Soon My theory: rednecks grow more aggressive as man infringes on their natural habitat, much like deer and bear. There's a whole police report behind this, but I'm too busy to type it all out.
Self-Referential Signs I love a sign that warns you not to bump your head on the very sign doing the warning. Also a small consolation for anyone who's ever watched a database "ruin" 12.34 into 12.339999999999999857891452847979962825775146484375.