Leah down at the diner is a cow-half-full sort of person. Bill is a cow-half-empty sort of person. Me, I'm a holy-hell-what-happened-to-that-cow!? sort of person. I guess you could call it a regional variation on the glass half-empty question, but somehow I think putting it on my dating profile wouldn't lead to interest of the right kind. See, ( Read more... )

Patching roofs was a dangerous business. You never knew when a shark might swim by and decide that your bubble looked like a tasty morsel of whale meat that had somehow sunk down to the bottom, or when a young idiot would stir up the currents by blasting up to heaven, leaving you tossed around and your air bubble in danger of pulling away from the ( Read more... )