One bright day in late autumn, a family of Ants was bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.Google Earth has announced that Corry, Pennsylvania has been added to extensive program that covers the whole globe. “We never knew it existed” said Google spokesman Martin Chambers. “Once we found out about it, it was just a matter of getting our map car over there. We asked for volunteers to go to Corry, but […]

What I saw.
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Just a little glimpse into my life.
I was out the other night, minding my own business when I was approached by an attractive woman. She sat down next to me and introduced herself.
She talked about her life, her job, and her children, but mostly she talked about the fact that her divorce had just been finalized and she was celebrating that fact.
She told me how eager she was to get on with her life.
She told me how long it had been since she had been out and had a good time.
She told me how much she was enjoying talking to me.
Then something happened: she asked me to guess her age.
“How old do you think I am?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I told her, “you’re not very old.”
“Well, exactly how old do you think I am,” she urged me.
“I’m not very good at guessing age,” I said, hoping she would drop it.
“Just take a guess,” she urged more forcefully.
“I guess you’re about 34 years old.” I finally relented.
She stared at me blankly; I could sense that things were about to go horribly wrong. “Oh. Is that how old you think I look?” She said with a timbre of irritation in her voice.
“I don’t know…I guess so.” I fumbled.
“I’m only 29 years old,” she snapped.
“I told you I wasn’t good at…”
“Most people say that I look younger than I actually am.” She interrupted.
“Okay,” I said timidly.
“People say, that I look like I’m in my mid-twenties,” she continued, now visibly angry. “What do you have to say to that?”
I want to make it clear, the next thing that came out of my mouth was not me trying to be a smartass. It was not me trying to be dismissive or insulting. It was simply the best thing that my brain could think of to say.
“Sometimes people lie,” I said.
She stormed away.
This story has no point; it’s just a little glimpse into my life.

What she thought I saw.
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You’re walking down the road on your way to a local pub. It’s a hot and sunny afternoon, unmarred by criminal activity. As you’re passing a construction site, a slight glint of light catches your attention. The sun is reflecting off keys that are dangling invitingly from the ignition of a forklift. It’s lunchtime, and there’s nobody around. An important decision needs to be made: should you continue trudging onward in the blazing sun, or should you commit an act of felony theft?
Not being a person prone to making rash decisions, you carefully weigh the pros and cons.
Pro: you’ve grown weary of walking, a conveyance such as a forklift would lessen your burden.
Con: jail sucks.
Pro: if the construction worker responsible for the forklift, didn’t want you to take it, would he have conveniently left the keys in the ignition?
Con: the construction worker responsible for the forklift, may be an ill-tempered brute of a man, keen on whomping thieves over the head with rebar.
Pro: you might be featured on an episode of America’s Dumbest Criminals, your favorite television show.
Con: you might be featured on an episode of America’s Dumbest Criminals, your friends’ favorite television show.
Pro: that thirty-pack of beer you’ve been carrying has gotten really heavy (did I mention you’re carrying a thirty-pack of beer?).
Con: handcuffs chafe and jail sucks.
Pro: with a forklift, you can easily transport a 30-pack of beer and a pallet of cinder blocks.
Con: you are an idiot and you will be caught.
If you’re anything like a current resident of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, you choose to commit felony theft.
With your newly acquired transportation, you quickly make your way to the local pub, where you order a Reuben sandwich. Felony theft not only stirs up hunger, but it also creates a craving for corned beef and sauerkraut.
You leave the forklift idling in the parking lot as you head into the pub, taking your thirty-pack with you, after all, you can’t leave things lying around, there are thieves about.
As you wait for your sandwich, you do your best to act casually. You make a concerted effort not to use the words fork or lift in any combination. You fail… multiple times.
Upon receiving your sandwich, you flee from the pub without paying, adhering to that age-old axiom: once you’ve stolen a forklift, you might as well steal a sandwich.
Now that you have successfully brought attention to your felony theft through an act of misdemeanor theft, you need to make a swift and stealthy getaway.
It would seem that forklifts were designed for the express purpose of not making a swift and stealthy getaway. Not that it matters: you don’t know how to put the forklift into reverse and you are easily caught.
You go to jail, handcuffs chafing…it sucks.
America’s Dumbest Criminals gets a giddy phone call from one of your friends.
Bystander: I’m not really sure why he stole a forklift, you can pretty much carry a sandwich in a paper sack. He’s probably just an idiot, there are a lot of idiots around here. Hell, you could transport an entire pallet of cinder blocks with a forklift.
Construction worker responsible for the forklift: He’s just lucky I didn’t find him; I would have whomped him over the head with rebar in a brutish manner.
Responding police officer: Yeah, it was close to the strangest thing I’ve seen. There was this one incident: this crazy little monkey got his hands on a bulldozer, smashed in a storefront, and stole a bunch of bananas. Then this guy in a big yellow hat showed up and started jumping up and down and screaming at the monkey. Every time the guy got within ten feet of the monkey, the monkey would just hurl a wad of feces at him. The guy in the yellow hat started screaming, “this is it, George, this is the end.” That sure was one curious little monkey. But yeah, this was the weirdest thing I’ve seen involving a human.
Wouldn’t the world be a better, more navigable place, if people’s names reflected their personality traits and true characters?
Imagine if the highway patrolman could read the name on the driver’s license of that attractive young woman who’s trying to flirt her way out of the ticket, and say, “I’d like to let you go without a citation Miss…Manipulative Little Tramp, but I don’t think I can do that today.”
If Phil, that wonderful guy you just met, who you are convinced will be the perfect husband, had the full name of Philandering Piece Of Crap, wouldn’t heartache be avoided?
If that cute girl who moved into your apartment building had been named Crazy Potential Stalker, none of those restraining orders would have been necessary, and that deadbolt wouldn’t have had to be replaced. (She was 110 pounds of muscle and crazy.)
If Jeffrey Dahmer had been named more appropriately, perhaps fewer young men would’ve fallen prey to his wiles. People tend to not let their guard down around you when your name is Homicidal Flesh-Eating Weirdo.
If some of my aunts bore names like Insidious Hag, Conniving Bridge Troll, or anything with the words wicked or odiferous in them, perhaps I would have made fewer snarky comments about their chunky thighs or their dull-witted offspring…probably not, but perhaps.
Note: it has been brought to my attention that my uncle, Two-Faced Lying Rat-Bastard, is furious with some of the things I have written in this blog. In particular, he is unhappy with my implications that some of my aunts are witches or monsters. As an olive branch, from this point forward, I will no longer imply that some of my aunts are witches or monsters; I will use only declarative statements. I’m happy we could work this out.
If Adolph Hitler had been called Genocidal Maniac, the world may have been slightly more wary during his ascent to power.
Ditto Mao Tse-tung.
Ditto Joseph Stalin.
Ditto Milton Obote.
Ditto Idi Amin.
It’s reported Idi Amin liked to be called:
His Excellency, President For Life Field Marshall Al HADJ Doctor Idi Amin DADA, VC, DSO, MC. Lord Of All The Beasts Of The Earth And Fishes Of The Sea And Conqueror Of The British Empire In Africa In General, And Uganda In Particular.
He should have been called Gigantic Arrogant Penis, or under my naming system: Piers Morgan.
A few examples of people renamed under my system:
The list could go on and on, and it may in a future post.
Until next time,
Guy Who Gets Pepper-Sprayed Far Too Frequently For It To Be Reasonable.
Upon hearing that Erie’s single-item Spring Cleanup program will begin soon, eastside resident Jody Porter immediately dragged nearly a dozen pieces of broken down furniture and electronic appliances to the curb in front of his house, where it will sit for the next month at least. Neighbors tried to remind him that the rules allow only one large […]
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As this is the first day of Spring, this post is devoted to my favorite springs.
Spring Theory
This is much like String Theory, a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings.
In Spring Theory, the universe isn’t made of strings, but of tiny little Slinkys.
The Slinky
There was nothing better than getting that classic childhood toy on Christmas morning.
You would rush to the top of the stairs and send it marching down the steps in that classic Slinky way. And as if by magic, that Slinky would transform into a ball of entangled metal by the time it reached the bottom of the stairs. That Slinky would provide seconds and sometimes minutes of joyful playtime.
The Springtail
The springtail are omnivorous, free-living organisms that prefer moist conditions. Doesn’t that describe us all?
Coffee Springs, Alabama
Coffee Springs is a tiny town in Alabama where, I’m guessing, coffee literally springs up through the ground–how fantastic is that?
Coffee Springs has a population of 228 people who are constantly buzzed on caffeine. The people of Coffee Springs have a hard time sleeping but they get a lot done.
Jerry Springer
Are you feeling badly about yourself? Do you feel like loser or an outcast? Just watch a handful of episodes of The Jerry Springer Show and you will understand what damaged humans really look like.
Unless you’ve been cheating on your paint huffing alcoholic cousin with your other cousin (who dresses like vampire and drinks blood) while raising a child who was fathered by a third unknown party, but if the child’s behavior and appearance are indicators, could very well be a Malaysian yak, you’re probably good.

The propensity to fly into a rage, curse like a sailor, and pepper your speech with double negatives: all helpful traits for appearing on The Jerry Springer Show.
Addendum
Some of my assertions about Coffee Springs, Alabama may not be entirely, by the strictest definition of word, accurate.
But Spring Theory is real.
Local drivers were frustrated today as they were stuck behind a man driving the posted speed limit of 35mph on the Bayfront Parkway. “I was stuck behind him all the way from State Street to West 8th” complained motorist Andrew Scott of Millcreek. “I could have been home 15 seconds sooner if not for him.” […]
The zoo is place of learning, a place of discovery, a place to take in the breadth and width of God’s creation. It’s a place where every ten steps you stop and check the bottom of your child’s shoe to ensure that revolting smell isn’t something he’s stepped in.
At these zoos, zoologists separate animals into several basic categories:
So the next you go to the zoo, print-out this list and take it with you. Quote from it generously. I guarantee that everyone around you will stare in wide-eyed wonder at the depth of your knowledge.
Note: It’s not until you get home that you discover that revolting smell is your child.
I’ve noticed when people talk about reincarnation or previous lives, they’ve always been someone famous or influential or important. They’ve always been Napoleon or George Washington or the guy who invented the ShamWow.
Why is it that no one has ever been a banana slug or Igor the twelfth century serf who mucked out stables, and was crushed by a runaway manure cart?
After much deliberation I’ve come up with my top ten previous lives:
TEN
Big stupid dinosaur–Jurassic Period.
NINE
Small clever dinosaur, eaten by a big stupid dinosaur–Jurassic Period.
EIGHT
Big stupid dodo bird that jumped from a cliff in a fruitless attempt to fly–whenever the hell we lived.
SEVEN
Mayan who first met Francisco Hernandez de Cordoba, and thought to himself: these Spaniards seem nice, I’ll introduce them to my people, nothing bad could come from that–sixteenth century, near the time of the fall of the Mayan Empire.
SIX
Wendall Newton, Sir Isaac Newton’s stupid cousin who laughed when the apple fell on Isaac’s head. Later he ate the apple and choked, it had a worm in it–seventeenth century.
FIVE
Pierre, Marie Antoinette’s advisor and later headless corpse. He advised her: just tell them to eat cake–eighteenth century.
FOUR
Adolph Hitler, but not the infamous one; just a poor lad born at the wrong time in Germany with a very unfortunate name–early twentieth century.
THREE
Raccoon who was shot, but later gained fame as Fess Parker’s hat–mid twentieth century.
TWO
Big stupid tuna fish caught in a net. Later became part of a casserole that Edwina Fornwaller took to a pot-luck dinner. It was dry and not well received–late twentieth century.
ONE
Bigfoot. Spent time lurking just out of sight, and being captured in grainy indistinguishable photographs–whenever.