All Of The Bags!

I’ve often told others that I probably own more bags than they do, and my wife admits that I definitely own more “purses” (in the sense that purses = bags; and honestly fellow men, can we really pretend that the bag we take with us isn’t a purse?). I’ve decided to compile a gallery of …

The Cupcake Diet

By Dr. Jonathan E. Westfall (Totally a real Dr… Just not a Medical one…) Cupcakes Are Your Savior So you’re fat. How do I know that? Well because you’re reading a diet book. Well, I guess you might just want something interesting to read while on vacation, or perhaps you know me personally and are …

#100 The Meeting

Jim the Bunny looked at the table of nametags and was surprised at all the “Robs” he saw. Rob from the coffee shop, Rob from the other coffee shop, Reset Button Rob, it seemed to go on forever. He found his name, on a special name tag with a lanyard instead of adhesive (A good …

#99 Finality

Everything ends, despite our wishes despite our hopes despite our dreams despite how hard we wish it wouldn’t. Everything finishes, despite our inability to see an alternative reality to perceive ourselves advancing to relive the past. Everything builds upon us, even though it feels trivial it seems larger than it is it ends. [SSDay]

#98 Invitation

Jim the Bunny looked at piece of paper skeptically. It simply read: You are invited to a gathering on May 10. Many exciting and interesting people and animals will be there. Jim had never received an invitation to anything before, much less a ‘gathering’ with ‘interesting people and animals’. He checked his FB account and …

#97 Text To Speech

Sam never claimed that she was the most ‘girlish’ of girls. If prompted, she could act extremely feminine, however her natural state was more tempered, less stereotypical. One area where she seemed similar and different to her peers came in her use of a cell phone. While most 20-year-olds are glued to their phones, Sam …

#96 What’s Next?

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”, the brain of the author thought as he sat down to pen his Sunday night prose. “4 Left! And so much more I could say”, the brain continued. It was true. There was so much uncharted territory. Why not write a poem about polar bears, or a story about a traveling salesman named Martin …