New column up at the Harlan Daily. It's about entropy. I ended the first draft on a fairly depressing note. When you read it, imagine I stopped at the sentence, "This cheery thought has been brought to you today by the letter M and the number 7." Once I took a second pass at it I decided I didn't want to end there. I decided the column needed a little hope, because frankly there's plenty to be depressed about in the world without me adding to it. In the words of two brothers, I'm here to "cheer the sad."

ps. The end owes a lot to a talk No Nick Name Fred gave recently. Once he's actually gone I'll be able to rip off his old ideas a lot easier.

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apace
imperceptibly
entropy
thermodynamics
eschatologies

The above words are from you most recent column, yet I've never heard one of them come from your mouth. What words have I heard come from your mouth:

fart
asshat
buttplug
boobs

Please, for the sake of being honest with your readers (all three of them) put down the thesaurus and show the real you. Come on and get real you moronic churl!  


I tend to speak to everyone differently and try to use words around individuals that I know they'll understand. I hope this explains why you've heard certain words from me, but not others.  


Just like Sara does for you when she says things like:

No
Stop
Quit grabbing me there
I hate you
Leave...NOW!  


She never asks me to leave because she always insists that we meet in neutral, public settings. So there!  


I just have to say I loved this column!  


Aw,thanks baby.  


puke.  


Did you just walk past a mirror naked or something?  


no, but if I did all I would have seen would be a really really round butt!  


I like the column ending where it originally did. That's the way life feels sometimes. It is real. I can relate. I feel like a house with holes right now! Great job.  


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