
Oh For The Fear of a Bear!
So I've been thinking a lot about bears, lately.

Punching Upwards
Harvard University existed for 383 years before anybody published a satire about it, and that person was me. Why didn't anyone else do it? Well, I've been thinking about that, see...

The Sound of Christmas
In which I offer a loose analysis of The Sound of Music, and wish you all a very Happy Christmas

Anyone who read Wuthering Heights knows that Heathcliff rifled about with Cathy's corpse exactly twice. Linton was immune to such passion, of course, and this is why women always prefer Heathcliff, or any wild-eyed savage who'd cuddle a lady's corpse just for the sake of nostalgia. It's called being romantic, fellers. Pay attention to Wrongcards and I'll teach you all about it.