I’ve just been given some pretty useful advice, and I thought I’d share it with you.  If you’re ever attacked by a giant octopus: TURN SOMERSAULTS IN THE WATER TO IRRITATE THE OCTOPUS.  It may save your life some day.

I don’t know what it is or why, but I’m using a lot more exclamation points these days. In the oblivious fecklessness of my youth, I held nothing but scorn for this punctuation mark. It seemed plebian to me, common, a cheap thrill tacked onto a sentence to convey what force and color of expression could not, a crutch and shackle for the slow of wit, the orthographic “very.” Now, on the other hand, I use at least six a week! Have I grown so feeble-minded and non-erudite (zomg I can’t even think of an antonym for …

It’s amazing how quickly thoughts can happen. Less than two full seconds elapsed this morning between the time my left foot shot off the invisible ice that covered the top step of our front porch, to the time the left side of my head finished my fall with a solid whack to the corner of that same top stair. It went something like this:
“Whoop! Ice! Ok, I’m good I can grab the rail, got it, stop my fall on the next step no problem. SHIT that step’s ice-covered too oh look now neither foot has any purchase, …