Be they work or love related, I hope to keep ye satiated. Set thine eyes upon mine work, lest I be thought a total jerk. A sometime lover, a sometime poet, Sometimes I may not even know't. Sit ye back, enjoy thy time, Whilst I give up on all this rhyme.
the turtle trick delivers ultimate victory
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Earlier this morning, a bunch of people messaged me on Twitter about a
column at 1UP, which not only describes that fateful competition, but
includes a pic...
Postcard Friendship Friday in Big Sky Country
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These little nippers are having a happy chat with their snowman on a nippy
winter day
The Christmas greetings were postmarked December 23, 1912 and mailed ...
Simple Living in a Complex World
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I fell like I am constantly torn in two. There are two halves of me that
have strong desires that pull in opposite directions. This time of year is
even mo...
Happy The Road Day
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In honor of this weekend's release of the (maybe not great?) movie version
of The Road, here's something I wrote a million years ago for McSweeney's.
Brett...
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