830: Was Robin Hood Brain Damaged?

Robin Hood; prince of thieves, guardian of Sherwood forest, outlaw, scourge of the sheriff of Nottingham, seriously brain damaged? It’s a question worth asking. The typical day for Robin Hood, if stories are to be believed, was compromised of Robin Hood wandering around Sherwood forest until he happened upon some stranger, whom he would summarily…

829: Fifty Beers From Now

The song “Fifty Years from Now” was fairly popular on Christian Radio when I was a kid. Apparently it was inspired by an off-hand comment overheard in a bow and arrow factory where I’ve done some construction work. We all have to be inspired by something. I am inspired by the fact that “year” and…

828: The Luckiest Galley Slave Alive

Roderick was the luckiest of all galley slaves, and it wasn’t because the callouses on his hands had a tensile strength higher than titanium. It wasn’t particularly lucky to spend twenty-one hours every day rowing, nor was it lucky that the ship on which Roderick caught fire, and that he burned to death while tugging…

825: A Nice Cup of Tea

“How about a nice cup of tea?” Asked Mrs. Sputnik-Putarski. Of course, if Ben had been more versed in historical alliterations he would have realized that, Sputnik being in her name, Mrs. Sputnik-Putarsky was probably a Russian spy, and that the Sputnik was a reference to the famous Sputnik sattelite which had been launched into…

824: The Rock

It all began the day Hargo brought the rock home. “What are you gonna do with that rock?” Asked his wife, Sophia. “Arg.” Said Hargo. “Yeah, but we live in a cave.” Countered Sophia. “Arg.” Said Hargo. Sophia couldn’t argue with that, but from that day on things were different. Hargo spent hours every day…

823: Hero

My brain is full of toxic sludge It could be very dangerous But lest you think I’m just a drudge Or possibly contagious Just be aware of me because My mind is quite outrageous If you should tiptoe far to close and fall into a crevice So take a dip inside the sludge That’s in…

822: The Zen Master’s Spare Tire

There was once a Zen master who went on a cross country road trip across America. He was just outside of West Union Iowa when his rear passenger side tire blew. “Did you bring a spare?” Asked his annoying wife, Geraldine. The Zen master stared at the flat tire for seven minutes, then turned and…