• Poetry,  Writing

    It is a strange thing, love

    It is a strange thing,Love.You can hold, in your brain,the knowledge of the hormonesand neural patternsand social conditioningand all the rational elementsof the artifice of love. And yet. It is there, just the same,alone with youin your rationalizations…A soft whisperin your consciousness,that despite what you know,it just doesn’t matter.The experience of lovewill bewill bewill bejust […]

  • Comedy,  Writing

    The Congressman

    The Congressman groaned, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the bright lights of the room. “What… what in the — ” “Ah, Congressman, you’re awake!” A man in a white coat suddenly appeared next to him. “Where… where am I?” The Congressman rubbed his forehead. “Saint Rita of Cascia Hospital. Just outside Washington, D.C.” “I don’t… […]

  • Web Development,  Writing

    Dangerous Punctuation

    Originally published on Figment on April 18, 2012, as a dramatization of this Github thread, in which Bootstrap opted not to use semi-colons in their JavaScript, which didn’t work in Douglas Crockford’s JSMin (and didn’t make Mr. Crockford very happy). Not using semi-colons in your JavaScript is a way to start a culture war, so I decided […]

  • Writing

    Joe the Class Frully

    In the town I was raised, In the school of my youth, The kids hung together In different groups There were kids who liked baseball And kids who sang songs And kids who told jokes And some laughed all day long. But one kid stood out By the name of Joe Tully. The kids all […]

  • Flash Fiction,  Poetry,  Writing

    The Night Before Christmas* (*NOW WITH MORE T-REX)

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads, […]

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Ode to Silly Putty

    O glorious, globous goo, You don’t know how much I love you. Pinkish substance, stretching mass, Imprint yourself upon my mind. You are quite silly, O Silly Putty. You stay with me through clean and muddy. Show me backwards newspaper print, Ball of glory, Egg-shaped beauty, Be careful not to pick up lint. Whether pancake, […]