I Want It To Go On, But

I Don't Know Why I Did It, I Don't Know Why I Enjoyed It, And I Don't Know Why I Will Do It Again.

Love Is A Snowmobile Racing Across The Tundra And Then Suddenly It Flips Over, Pinning You Underneath. At Night, The Ice Weasels Come.

My Standard Comment Is, If You Don't Want Your Kids To Be Like Bart Simpson, Don't Act Like Homer Simpson.

Anxiety And Hostility Seem To Be A Great Part Of Good And Bad Humor. Examining Humor Too Closely Does Seem To Destroy It.

Basically, Everything I Try To Do Is To Present An Alternative To What Somebody Else Is Doing.