Way back in 1959, Kurt Vonnegut published a book called “The Sirens of Titan.” In that book, there’s a church, the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. It seems that Nietzsche was wrong, according to that church. God hasn’t stopped intervening in our lives because he died. God is bored with us, and off doing stuff…

Me too.  Where did I say anything about tailgating?

You are doing God’s work. Thank you. Now how do I shut off the auto-fill/correct that Microsoft has seen fit to recently add to my Outlook software?

When you hang a ceiling fan, it comes with a plate that attaches to the electric box. The plate has a hook on it so you can attach the fan to the hook while you wire the fan. That makes it much easier than trying to support the fan and wire it at the same time.

If this was 1961, I could understand calling long hair on a man controversial. But it isn’t 1961, it’s 2021. It’s not as common as it was some years back, but why should anyone care, or even mention it?

I’m not sure they can hear me, but often when I’m driving behind another vehicle which is going way to slowly to suit me, I can be heard by passengers in my car to remark (or even yell), “The one on the right makes it go faster.”

Couldn’t find the shortest clip that would get the idea across, but it seems to me this situation requires and deserves this.

Wouldn’t the truck have rear-view mirrors, and shouldn’t the driver have been trained in how to use those modern marvels of technology?

I unshrunk my shorts and trousers by losing 40 pounds.  Your way seems quicker and less trouble.  I’ll have to try it.

The ramen didn’t contaminate the lake because someone neglected to bring the lake to a rolling boil before dumping the ramen in.

To change the cabin air filter on my 2000 Chrysler T&C, you had to remove the windshield wipers.  Not just the blades or the arms, the entire mechanism!  I didn’t.

“I could only hope to love someone this much.”

More pleasing engine sound, not more realistic. And, speaking of virtual engine sound, I go to a lot of car shows. When we owned a 2000 Chrysler T&C, my wife suggested I record the engine sound of a full-race Hemi, and play it through the T&C’s sound system as I idled through the parking lot at some of those shows.

Not expensive at all, but the screws that held the taillights on a 1986 Ford Taurus Wagon looked long enough to hold the headlights on too.

Instead of six, try saying sex and then the rest of it.

Sounds like the State of Tennessee is a viable candidate for a Darwin Award this year.

Following QAnon and worshiping Satan seem  entirely compatible to me.

In my family, we call it Kraft Macaroni and Yellow, because it doesn’t taste at all cheesy to any of us.

It looks small. Can it really carry all of those things at once?

I had an English prof who insisted all authors only wrote one book. Then, they wrote the same thing over and over again. I told him he was wrong, Ayn Rand wrote two books.  In the first (“Atlas Shrugged” and “Fountainhead”), the hero didn’t give a damn about anyone else and was wildly successful.  In the second…