By any other name

I understand cupcakes. What I don't get are muffins. Why do they get a special name? Wouldn't it make more sense to call them cupbread?

No Shave November

Things I would rather have on my face: the lips of a hot lady, hundred dollar bills, a smile, scorpions.

Cut Scene

When Karen and Frosty were locked in the greenhouse at the end of the movie, I wonder if Frosty was peacefully resigned to his liquification or if he melt screaming like that Nazi from "Raiders of the Lost Ark."

When I'm in Charge

Proposition 8 would have been passed with a lot less post poll protesting. That's because everyone would have been more focused on Proposition 9: Kill all of the homosexuals. I'm not advocating the Orientacide of the entire homosexual community in California (or any Asians for that matter) but if it had been on the ballot I think a lot less attention would have been paid to the delineation of what a marriage consists of.

Fruitful Searching

Google-ing your own name is like looking at yourself in the mirror in the morning. It's not a sign of vanity. Anyway, I'm not well represented by a search of my own name on google, so to rectify the situation I'm typing up a blurb that will appear in the future. For those of you already here, you can ignore the following. The good stuff comes later.

Tyson VanDerwerken Still searching for Tyson? Here's his blog. Do yourself a favor and check it out.

Disclaimer

I’ve been hesitant to being a blog. Firstly, I don’t have any blogging clothes. And I worry about fitting the profile of a blogger. Writing in itself is indicative you believe you have something to say that warrants the consideration of others. The spew of the intellectually narcissistic pollutes the internet enough as it is and needs no contribution from this beginner blogger. Nor do I intend to be another Dave Barry wannabe. I hope my aphorisms and observations will be perceived as original, if not enlightening or entertaining. Welcome reader-