The Expectations of Nothing

Many will prefer to assume that your dreams are foolish or unrealizable. That may be, but thats not why they think so.

Nonetheless, your imaginings about identical twins should be kept to yourself.

Good Heavens I Forgot

I simply have no idea whatsoever what I was going to say. Odd, that is.

Portrait of Mr. H. J. Wigglethorpe

 

The Greatest Lie of American Cuisine

You know what it is dont you? I almost dont need to say it. But I will. It's the fake marischino cherry in the canned fruit salad.

Yes, that tastless pink grape half you save for last in an expectation of a final maximum sweetness, only to crunch down on a cold, tasteless semi-sphere.

All that promise, and yet nothing in the end.

As I ponder these words, I have come to realize that the phrases 'fake marischino cherry' and 'tastless pink grape' will be recognized by search engines as:

• porn.
• characters from a 70's kool-aid clone fruit-flavored powdered soft drink.
• a gambit often used by English merchantmen while playing Whist.
• the two newest members of the Legion of Super Fruits.