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All in Nonsense
Of all Job’s many afflictions, one particular affliction still endures. Read on.
Of all Job’s many afflictions, one particular affliction still endures. Read on.
A chart explaining the intricate art of detecting the people who run marathons.
A chart explaining the rules about men in necklaces and the sole exception to the rule.
Karmic payback for the time we played Surfing Bird on the Eat-a-Burger jukebox for twenty minutes straight.
A chart explaining the tolerability of children. I’ve found few exceptions to this rule.
Letter Twelve, in which I deal with my existential crises by letting God off the hook because God never asked for this.
Letter Eleven, in which I deal with my existential crises by wondering if I’m simply talking to myself.
Letter Ten, in which I deal with my existential crises by wondering if I’m fishing.
Letter Nine, in which I deal with my existential crises by almost sounding grateful. Weird.
Letter Eight, in which I deal with my existential crises by complimenting God’s plagues, pondering the effects on my lawn, and wondering if what we really cause or don’t cause.
Letter Seven, in which I deal with my existential crises by suddenly realizing that none of my suffering matters, or, potentially more frightening, that my unrest might be the very point.
Letter Six, in which I deal with my existential crises by starting to acknowledge that God might have bigger fish to fry.
Letter Five, in which I deal with my existential crises by wondering if persistence is always the best course of action.
Letter Three, in which I deal with my existential crises by contemplating how frustrating it must be to watch my life knowing all the right answers.