Ghost Town

Yogurt, bananas, and tiny candy bars: When the government is shut down and one is stranded by a blizzard, one finds breakfast wherever one can.

#AustintheBeagle: "Good morning. Why, yes, now that you mention it, it does appear that there may have been canine involvement in the illicit unwrapping activity that went on recently under the holiday tree. However, THIS dog is merely lying in bed on a Saturday morning. I suggest you make your inquiries elsewhere, good sir!"

Neighborhood Facebook pages are the worst. Worse than Fox News. At least Sean Hannity doesn't live across the street from me.

Kids, back before the Internet, you'd be browsing in a bookstore or something, and someone would pick up a new novel and say of the plot, "Hey! That's my idea! I thought of that a while back!" and you'd just roll your eyes. But now it's abundantly clear: Everyone really does have the very same ideas.

#AustintheBeagle : "May I borrow your meditation cushion, Dad?"

Generation Z doesn't have enough days in the week for your 1960's, Baby Boomers.

Been here since the beta; staying here and also using Inbox until the end of days; rehearsing "Nearer My God to Thee" on my kazoo.