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View ArticleTenacious Chuck D
Ultra topical title aside, dog ownership is awesome. Dogs have mind control powers. They look at you. They don’t blink. … Continue reading →
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“Chupacabras are goat sucking, nocturnal alien panthers who’ve been stranded years ago on earth.” (source) I think we can all … Continue reading →
View ArticleSpine
Back pain is the worst. Four days of premature grandparentisticism. And counting. The Horror. The Horror.
View ArticlePain Math
(3x Advil + Vicodin) * Flexeril / Complex B Vitamin + Allegra D = Shaky, stuttering mass of confusion and … Continue reading →
View ArticleSnotastic
See those fleshy folds in the above illustration? I don’t have them. They have been buried for a good two … Continue reading →
View ArticleLife Is Too Short
For fans of (and/or people who posted the 47,000 comments) this entry, you might want to click the image below: … Continue reading →
View ArticleDog and Mouse
Yes. The dog loves to surf the web. Favorite sites include: Animal Precinct A site for a show he watches … Continue reading →
View ArticleRadio Killed the Video Star
One year ago yesterday: The then roommate and I (now blissfully wedded) were driving to our morning ritual of physical … Continue reading →
View ArticleBug Juice
My mother tried to give us variation in our diet. She really tried. It wasn’t her fault. Eventually she gave … Continue reading →
View ArticleChanging Spaces
DIY mania has swept over us here at the blurbomat HQ. Key learnings: IKEA’s traffic pattern is designed so that … Continue reading →
View ArticlePioneer Days
Back in the day, polygamy in the Mormon church was not for everyone. Only those in leadership positions. Generally those … Continue reading →
View ArticleHypochondria
For the past 6 months, I’ve been more sick than I’ve ever been. According to the University of Michigan (here) … Continue reading →
View ArticleDefender
I’ve hinted at this. It is time to come clean. On Christmas Eve, 1983, I rolled over the Defender at … Continue reading →
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