Random Thoughts: Soccer Fever, My New Novel, and Popcorn

I think I have soccer fever! No, wait — it’s just a regular fever. I was panicking there for a minute.

Just to set the record straight, what was Hitler’s stance on the Oxford comma?

Ceding the stuff blamed on Bush, wouldn’t it be nice for Obama to have a good accomplishment instead of something bad that’s not his fault?

Maybe a good way to get ahead in journalism is to pretend to be one of Bill Clinton’s illegitimate children.

America didn’t pay attention to World Cup even when we hosted it. People wandered onto field during games and said, “What’s going on here?”

The choice always seems to be between unelectable extremists and inoffensive moderates who never threaten to do anything useful.

Sounds like the only responsible thing to do now is fire everyone in the IRS just to be on the safe side.

I didn’t mean to be a white male.

Liberty Island is going into book publishing, and my science fiction novel, Superego, will be their first title.

Pledge at least $5 for Liberty Island, and you’ll get the ebook version of my novel.

It has to be exciting because I have a very short attention span and wouldn’t be able to write than much if it didn’t hold my interest.

There are guns and explosions and fights in my novel. And probably some humor. So preorder a copy.

There’s also a exploration of the nature of morality through my constructing a character who has no practical need for it, but mainly action.

Anyway, I will continue to mention this over and over for quite some time.

“What foul demons from the depths of hell have I awoken!” -discoverer of popcorn

In Idaho, shouldn’t they be called dumpgulls or mallgulls because there ain’t no sea.

I doubt it was men who requested they also put changing tables in the men’s room.

I still think there is a 25% chance that other countries only pretend to like soccer in some sort of joke made to baffle Americans.

I’m trying to imagine the conditions our ancestors worked in where paperweights was a necessary thing.

My wife called Spock’s move the “Vulcan death-grip.” She’s lucky she’s pretty.

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12 Comments

  1. “People wandered onto field during games and said, “What’s going on here?””

    Like those pesky streakers.

    About the only thing worse than soccer would be soccer in the nude.

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  2. Speaking of ball-kicking, DamnCat…

    Regarding Obama:

    Assume the Crash Position

    The future is never guaranteed, and sometimes it’s downright scary. But our ancestors survived, and we can too. This is no time to get wobbly. Keep calm and work rationally to overcome this late-hit of the Soviet machine. -Sarah Hoyt

    /snip

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  3. In Idaho, shouldn’t they be called dumpgulls or mallgulls because there ain’t no sea.

    Hows about Potato Pigeons?

    what was Hitler’s stance on the Oxford comma?

    Not using it should be illegal, or at least the subject of near-violent scorn and ridicule: My greatest influences were my parents, Ronald Reagan and Oprah Winfrey.

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