As of today, I’ve been doing this blogging thing for five years. I’ll spare you any reflective introspection as this milestone seems underwhelming next to the daily successes of my recently potty-trained fifteen-month-old. Not comparing my posts to piss or poo, mind you; I’ll leave that comparison to the trolls I don’t have. I’m just really proud of my spawn–the one not marching in the hallway chanting, “Bring me the royal undies!”
Anywho, on this meager occasion, I offer you a path to a warped head trip. Simply pick up and read some Dr. Seuss rhymes, say for about five minutes. Then, while the catchy rhythms remain in your mind, grab a work of regular prose, preferably a stuffy book of dense German philosophy, and begin reading.