The Journal of Applied Impossibility
Note: originally posted on my personal site. Date changed here to reflect original posting date as I migrate my blog here.
He broke off and anguish gripped Achilles.
I'm a boss-a** b****, b****, b****, b****, b****, b****, b****
A dear friend once described the willfully ignorant to me: “It’s as though they had super-powers!” It is strange, indeed to think how one can believe what one knows not to be so. It is somewhat akin to flying. Upon reflection, it is perhaps even more to be desired. For flying is sometimes dangerous, and one must leave the comforts of home. To be able to believe oneself to be flying without leaving the living room -- why, that affords all of the delights of both!
I write about all sorts of things. This is one of the places where I do it.