Did you ever stop to think how truly awesome Millard Fillmore is?
And so, another Millard Fillmore Appreciation Week comes to a close, with me failing to make a Flash in time. But never fear! A Flash is indeed underway, and as much as I desperately want to show you the first 38 seconds (or at least tell you what it’s about), I shall refrain, for doing so will allow the anticipation to build and thus make the Flash appear more exciting than it already is.

Did you ever stop to think how rampant one’s id is in one’s dreams?
I’m a horny, id-driven little weirdo in my dreams as of late. I think I’m sexually repressed. Either that or it must be Claudia Mahler mating season or something. I’ve seriously had some sort of intimate relations with three people over the past week in my dreams, and considering I’ve never really dreamt of this kind of stuff before, that’s rather disturbing. Anyway.

Did you ever stop to think how much crap high school teachers let you get away with?
I was digging through a few old CDs that I found at home and on one of them was a bunch of Microsoft Word files from my 11^th grade English class. One of my papers opens with this:

“If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, does it make a sound? Does anyone really care? I don’t. That’s why I’m writing this essay on realism instead of whether or not the sound of a crashing tree occurs in the absence of an ear to receive it.”

Now if I recall correctly, I’ve never gotten below an A on a paper in my life, so therefore my teacher must have found some humor in this that prevented her from docking me down to a D just because of such an opening. I mean, this was a formal paper. Who opens with that in a formal paper?!

Wow. Issues. But that’s funny as hell nonetheless.

Okay, I’m done!