Fire at will.

Contrary to popular belief, Prometheus did not steal fire and give it to man. He instead saved mankind by telling them not to attempt to store it in their pockets, which is widely considered to be a bad move on the deity's part.

Surviving a Nuclear Winter

A week has gone by and it's pretty much been a nuclear winter in terms of posts. I sat down two hours ago, vowing to myself to write something by the night's end. Unfortunately for you, I found a loophole my own intentions, as this counts as my own writing. Sorry 'bout that.

Rest in Peace.

So, Jared's blog has (apparently) died. In its honour (not Jared's), I write this:

Visiting Jared's blog is like smoking; It may seem cool at first, but then people start to frown in your general direction. It shortens your life-span, and it's source of a whole lot of unneeded waste. Most importantly, you can never really figure out why you keep doing it.

So there.

Whodunnit?

Who did let the dogs out, anyway?

Oh, my.

The following is a photo of a menu from a 5-star restaurant in China; Be afraid... Be very afraid.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I have more, but I think that was about all the Internet can take for one night.

And just so you know, I wouldn't let a pig pick my noodle soup.

Survival of the fittest.

Over the ages, a select few of mankind have adopted the strategy of endlessly complaining as a means of self-defense. "A select few" being early Neanderthals (in the form of screaming and yelling), two-year olds (Again, screaming and yelling), and the first born in most families (*cough*). According to various accounts, logic and reasoning serve as good counters towards such people, but are to be used cautiously, as it makes them irate and hostile.

Sorry 'bout that.

In the dark and dank recesses of the my mind, Imagination is sitting bound and gagged in the corner.

That roughly translates to: I haven't been able to think of anything to write about lately. I've been brain-storming for the past hour-or-so, and to be honest, it's been more of a drizzle. And that probably wasn't water, either.

Avian Abortion

Eating an egg is like aborting poultry embryo. Think about it.

Stop abortion. Stop eating eggs.

Four sentences, Danielle! Now six!

Sucks to be him.

The early bird gets the worm, but the early worm gets eaten.