Lyricosis Is Not Just For Lyrics

I was Today years old when I learned that what I thought was the German word “Stomptisch“, which I inferred was a meet-up where you tell funny stories around a table and slap it in laughter, is actually “Stammtisch“, meaning the table for the regulars of the biergarten, tavern, or restaurant. That’s it. That’s all …

In Which the Fool Admits Defeat on the Fields of Dreams

So I’ve come to an internal agreement. Actually, it’s more like an admission of defeat. Either that, or it’s a sudden ability to see that the easist path has been plainly in front of me the whole time. Call it what you want, but I ain’t happy about it. See, for the past eleventy-thousand years, …