Why this blog? As far as I know it has no rivals. It can't be mimed, it can't be parodied, it can't even be predicted. So it seems that everyone comes and expects it will be better here.

A woman eats thirty eggs and gives birth to a chicken. Try it yourself!

The owner of the house had been deceased for forty years and was still beautiful, but its door was open as broken and you could wander around, but it was totally silent, with a broken window with a view onto a lake.

The river of no return is not the best.

When life suddenly changes I grab an oar, and am glad for something.

I can keep this up, but not nearly close to the same pace. Sometimes I got to do work offline. The view from here is that I am not going to doom scroll my life away.