Michael M.

Too bad...if only Old Man's Disembodied Head Simulator 4000 had had just ONE more polygon I really would have flipped my wig.

In case I ever write a novel, I hereby reserve these fictitious names: Abigail van der Hoot, Wallace Codswallop, Hortense Thundermuffin.

Today I finally have an excuse to recite The Raven in my crazy old prospector voice. Once upon a midnight dreary—Gold! GOLD! Eureka! Heehee!

Anyone seen Harold Angel? He missed his cue.

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Hark!

King Arthur flour reigns supreme over pizza dough production. I just hope making more bread doesn't prove its downfall.

Have dubbed new black & gray trashcan "Darth Bin." When I pass by without any garbage it growls, "I find your lack of filth disturbing."

They WANT you to take the rolls!

The stripey Steelers need to start turning the ball over more often, so I can call them the Fumblebees.

Thought for a moment that Red Skelton's corpse had been reanimated to QB the Cards but guess that'd be too awesome. #AlsoTheydBeDoingBetter

Gazing out an eighth story window upon a vista of unnecessary upgrades, I think, if it were it up to ME, we'd still be using DOS.

"The Jazzy and the Hoveround were fighting for the crown, The Jazzy beat the Hoveround all around the town." - Poetry of Lewis Carrolld

Sorry, NBC, but you must do more than cancel the Dane Cook sitcom to atone for crimes against Community. Like expunge all trace of Leno.

Setting the words "Betty Crocker. Boxed potatoes in a box," to the tune of the Sanford & Son theme has been amusing me to no end.

Try new Pepperidge Farm Jingos! The little cracker with the big, fiercely nationalistic taste! #MakeItJingos

My PC's PSU quietly fell asleep in the Motherboard last night. Next one better have the decency to go out with a bang and a puff of smoke.

I would post insightful and/or amusing tidbits every day if I could think of some.