Month: December 2015

In elementary school gingerbread houses consisted of graham crackers and a can of frosting. I thought gingerbread tasted good…when I was in elementary school.

Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.

I collect spores, molds, and fungus.

I want so bad to be competent.

Life… is like a box of chocolates – a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you’re stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there’s nothing else to eat while you’re watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it’s gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.

Studies have shown that birthdays are good for you, the more you have the longer you live.

I just had to curse because that hurt really really bad.

Photographs are nothing but light and time.

A true hot rodder wouldn’t be content until he had created a car so violent, so hairy, so totally sick that the very act of dropping the hammer would result in instant death. Anything less results in the need to go faster.

If you can’t fix it with a hammer, the problem is electrical.