How many foreskins?
Skinned on March 8, 2026.
I was now a man who saw the world through piss-colored glasses.
Becasue came mooing back to me, as I knew she would.
How do you make the lines go where you want to make them go? Mine just go wherever they want to go. Squiggly, unruly things.
Men will seek death but will not find it. Instead, they will find nothing but a hill made of foreskins. I wondered how many times the word “foreskin” is mentioned in the Bible. Only one way to find out!
Then I realized, there was more than one way to find out. I decided to ask one of the A.I. monstrosities lurking in my browser’s URL bar. It wouldn’t tell me. But it did recommend a recipe for soup made from boiled calamari.
My eleventy-first birthday is still far off (although it’s approaching at increasing speed). At this rate, it will be here before I turned sixty!
I want to go vroom! a lot!
For 2026, I have one goal: Fit this docile & perfunctory blog on a collection of 3½″ floppy disks again.
American history would have turned out so differently if humans had octopus tentacles instead of primate arms and hands.
We don’t really live in three dimensions. Birds live in all three dimensions. But we’re stuck to the ground.
Again I was blithely ignoring both Fermat’s Principle and Fermat’s Last Theorem, but no one seemed to care.
P.S.: Christmas ornaments make good earrings but awkward, cumbersome nipple rings. Just ask Becasue.