If you Skype again, this time I'll answer.
Bare with Me
Sometimes the only thing you can do is rip open your chest, pull out all your squishy bits, and fingerpaint with your soul. Sometimes happens a lot for me. Apparently my chest is full of infinity and love and sex. It’s laced with music and science and toys and politics and humor. Be warned - here be dragons… mad, passionate dragons.
I feel special, and that says more about you than me.
Sometimes the only way through is from the outside looking in.
Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share your master's happiness.
The most you could say - all you could say - it's just a tree.
For he who loves God without faith reflects upon himself. He who loves God in faith reflects upon God.
It doesn't matter who you are or they are, you can love anyone anywhere anytime. You can even love yourself.
For the past 20 years, I’ve been living with dozens of women.
“Where were you in the hospital? Didn’t you have a nurse named Blair?”
Some days are worth celebrating because they aren't the day they were a year ago.
It's hard to believe that I've been out of the hospital for almost a month.
Some beautiful things have happened to me the past few weeks, and it would be a shame to split the stories up.
I'm proud to be an Aggie for the same reasons I'm proud to be a Texan and an American.
We use words like "art" without any idea of what we are really talking about.
Legal status is the pretty-pink-bow-on-a-pig way of saying legal discrimination.
Let's look at some of the reasons why people claim I should form an opinion about the legal status of marriage and why I think they're ridiculous.
Marriage is not about love. Marriage is not about sex. Marriage is not about commitment.
It may come as quite the surprise, but I have on occasion been known to analyze the circumstances - and people - in my life.
Anyone can say they are married. The government does not have any hold on the term, simply on the legal status.
I tried to record what I couldn't write.
All too often we miss the transitions that should demand reflection.
to Ashley, who showed me beauty not as I see it, but as it is.
Alright, enough delay… It’s time to talk about time.
Infinity, as you may remember, is a mathematician's fancy way of saying "I don't know."
We've been together for so long, it's difficult to imagine a life without you.
I've created a new diet. Not "diet" in the sense of "gimmicky way to lose weight" but a full-on life changing process around eating.
And so, my dear pupils, it is time for another foray into the deep effervescent thoughts of that most delightful system of measurement, the Mike Unit.
I’m in love.
I'm blessed to have re-re-re-uncled.
As I am wont to do, I gave only half of the story in my previous post.
Sex is not sinful. There are however conditions where sex is an affront to God. He spells them out in Leviticus 18.
An introduction to my own system of measurement.
Money can't buy you love, but it can buy you stuff that makes you more eccentric than the guy living next door.
It's that time of the year. Time to be more aware of breast cancer.
This time of year makes me think of, ponder, and otherwise potificate the many facets and faces of death.
In telling the story I present this evening, I'm afraid that I must spoil a few of the puzzles on notpron.
Elmer Fudd and I have separate wascally wabbit hunting grounds; his acetate, mine in the far more elusive job market.
I had the distinct priviledge and pleasure this past weekend of giving both my first and my second toast at a wedding.
Everyone wants to protect the cow, but no one ever cares about the cotton.
Yeah, I went there.
The Olympics are completely totally soley about one thing and one thing only.
Human emotion is a terribly difficult thing to capture.
Every new t-shirt longs to show off it's newness.
The cardinal rule of Fuwjaxianism.
Some people say that when you vote, you should vote for the best man for the job.
I think people who use computers should learn how to program.
The key to the gambler's fallacy is "your luck will change".
You just don't run across proud illiterates most days.
Art is human experience and emotion distilled down till it's just short of abstract.
Victory and vacation with my monkey minions.
“So where’re all these opinions, O professional opiner?”