Things I think about while sitting on the toilet

If the date is May 31st, and someone tells you about an event happening in exactly one month, what date are they referring to?

It seems generally accepted that May 15th and June 15th are one month apart. But what happens when the following month does not have a date matching the current date?

June does not have a 31st day! Is it possible that a month from May 31st would actually be July 1st, skipping the month of June entirely?

Discuss.

I am not alone

The artist
The dead guy (born same year)
The (more famous) drummer
The redneck

The joke's on you!

I'll bet when you saw that my blog was named "I'm not going to type here" you thought I was joking, didn't you? Didn't you? Well, I guess I showed you!

The indie blog

Perhaps you've seen those little blurbs on other blog sidebars - the "how much is your blog worth" box with G Washington's mug front and center. A bit pretentious? Perhaps. Well, I decided to attach one to the bottom of my insignificant sidebar. Check it out - my blog is worth a grand total of $0.00!

I hereby dedicate this blog to the mysterious gods of the Indie Culture. This blog is Cool, because no one knows about it! If you are reading this, then consider yourself special - you are enjoying something that no one else has heard about! Can you feel the warm glow of being In? The fuzzy sensation of being the only person to discover a cultural product of sub-par quality?

Enjoy this new sensation of Cool. If you'd like more of the same, feel free to check out the Internet. There's an entire genre of music dedicated to chasing this euphoria you've just discovered - bands unsigned by a record label - freeballing it in the music world, as it were.

Much as I'd like to tell you more about other cool indie stuff, I'm too busy being the only person in the know. Peace out.

A gem of a joke

I'm not the kind of guy who usually links to other people's blond jokes, but this one is just too good to pass up.

The nightly paradox

To go to bed, where I have to lay still and feel useless until sleep takes me, or to stay up late and be too tired to pull myself out of bed in the morning? Logic dictates an earlier bed time, but alas, the flesh is weak.