Runny or not, here I come!

[These were mine this morning] So, in a totally different bent from Horatio’s slow march toward oblivion, here is a totally frivolous jog… How the fuck do you cook your eggs? My breakfast is quite often the runny yolk and whatever whites—cooked, not gelatinous—get scooped out along with it onto a buttered crumpet

There is Something Wrong with Vancouver

While Balls may be correct that the reward for elevation from the wheel of samsara is to return as a beautiful baby 'Couvian and angels kiss you on the forehead to welcome you off of the plane at YVR, there is a problem with his report that needs to be

Head Coach Poetry

It's the offseason and what better way to embrace the coming relief from the gripping horrors of reality without football than through prose.  With 32 teams and 43 days to go until the Hall of Fame game, I thought we might be able to spend a day for each head

Thanks, Dads

On behalf of fathers… my father, your fathers, the fathers you are, the fathers you know, and even the passing moments of paternal advice you hand off to those around you, here is a heartfelt thank you for what you do. For all of the patience you have had and