Just go to this site, read the short intro then click on the YouTube video. After that, you'll permanently strike the word "can't" from your vocabulary.
CAN
Absurd? Yes. Funny? Sometimes. Current? Hardly, but getting better. Useful? Rarely.
I say things you may or may not agree with, but you can always say what you want too.
October 17, 2006
September 27, 2006
Calvinism
It does seem strange to me that when I initially looked at this comic, it didn't seem "funny" or abnormal to me. Doesn't everyone have a running narritive of their life going in their head all the time?
Don't you sometimes verbalize it when no one else is around? Or even sometimes when there are people around?
I think one of the signs of a truly creative and gifted individual is the ability to refer to one's self in the third person and not have it sound stupid or annoying. Not like when Trump calls himself "The Donald." Thats just dumb.
I think one of the signs of a truly creative and gifted individual is the ability to refer to one's self in the third person and not have it sound stupid or annoying. Not like when Trump calls himself "The Donald." Thats just dumb.
September 20, 2006
Ouch!
I stayed on my bike again. This was my second time on a mountain bike trail, the first with an actual Mountain Bike.

I never actually fell off the bike, but I did come to a rather abrupt stop a couple of times. One of them was because the tree I hit with my shoulder just would not get out of the way.
I never actually fell off the bike, but I did come to a rather abrupt stop a couple of times. One of them was because the tree I hit with my shoulder just would not get out of the way.
September 13, 2006
Mr. Snapper
My wife called me at work last night and said that she found a turtle in the driveway. She was wondering if you could do CPR or mouth to mouth on a turtle. When she learned it was a baby Snapping Turtle, she withdrew the question.
He escaped from his bowl, perhaps with the assistance of the cat that hates me, but was recaptured this morning after spending the night under the fridge. (We looked everywhere, even finding a GameBoy that had been lost since Christmas.)
Mr. Snapper is home in the weeds near Rush Creek now.
He escaped from his bowl, perhaps with the assistance of the cat that hates me, but was recaptured this morning after spending the night under the fridge. (We looked everywhere, even finding a GameBoy that had been lost since Christmas.)
Mr. Snapper is home in the weeds near Rush Creek now.
September 07, 2006
The Memorial Bus
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