For a long time, now, I thought that Neil Patrick Harris and Neil deGrasse Tyson were the same person. They are both named Neil, and their names both sound the same in terms of syllables and iambic feet (I don’t really know what kind of animal an iambic is, but mentioning its feet seems to be an important part of the artistic literary review process).
A horse gets flies on its ass.
Humans invented pants to solve that problem. Humans are better.
Still in Texas.
–DG.
I am spending a few days in Houston and it is hot. Since today is my birthday, I thought it would be nice to go down by the hotel pool and have a drink.
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike human children? Because I do; dislike them, that is. I would not recommend having kids, either, since they are really just a trick of biology. To be fair, it isn’t really the kids I don’t like, but their parents. As Henry Kissinger once said, “There is no such thing as bad kids, just kids with bad haircuts.” Who knew the man behind the Paris Peace Accords was also a parenting phenom?
Someone recently either moved into one of the apartments near me, bringing with them a dog that they already owned, or they acquired a new dog and moved it into the apartment they were previously living in. Regardless of how it came to be, a new dog lives next door.
