It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.

I simply regard romantic comedies as a subgenre of sci-fi, in which the world created therein has different rules than my regular human world.

Nothing gives you confidence like being a member of a small, weirdly specific, hard-to-find demographic.

Slap-stick comedy is really funny, unless you're the one getting slapped with the stick.

My tendency to make up stories and lie compulsively for the sake of my own amusement takes up a good portion of my day and provides me with a peace of mind not easily attainable in this economic climate.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.