The Flatulence Tax
If you really want to get on my good side, you'll find me a fossilized [...]
If you really want to get on my good side, you'll find me a fossilized [...]
It's spring. The daphne is blooming, the people dressed up as the Statue Of Liberty [...]
My colds all follow the same script. There is the inciting throat tickle; the sore [...]
The chin at rest. My strategy for combating wrinkles, to the degree I have one, [...]
Five hours into my eight-hour layover in LAX, I have begun a new game of [...]
There isn't as much to do during an eight-hour layover in LAX airport as you'd [...]
A few of you have written to me to let me know my little email [...]
It's good to be pope. You're one in a series that began with Saint Peter [...]
Being an old hippie on a pension allows me to float above the trivial mercenary [...]
...from Trousering Your Weasel. Most of us are familiar with the routine of air travel. [...]
Back in the olden days, people used to up and die of things, one right [...]
The Norwegian Public Roads Administration is still struggling weeks after the Great Cheese Tunnel Fire [...]
There used to be a time when it wouldn’t have seemed unreasonable to have to [...]
Reminder! I'm reading from Trousering Your Weasel this Friday, 2/8, at 7PM at St. Johns [...]
Stuff is expensive in New Zealand. Books are expensive, clothes are expensive, and food is [...]