The Homemade Running Spectacular

Official Meeting Minutes From the Last Supper (McSweeney’s)

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/official-meeting-minutes-from-the-last-supper



Editor’s Comments for Thoreau’s “Walden” Manuscript

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/editors-comments-for-thoreaus-walden-manuscript/



You, the Conquering Hero, Must Find a Way to Print Something: Choose Your Own Adventure

A late afternoon winter half-light hath descended upon the kingdom. It is four revolutions past midday on Thursday, and by tomorrow at three chimes, you must print two scrolls that will bring peace and wealth to your people…

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/you-the-conquering-hero-must-find-a-way-to-print-something-choose-your-own-adventure/



Don’t Act Like Your “Girls” Addiction Affects Only You

We can safely say this has passed through the phases of girl crush, fan, fervent supporter, unsolicited bodyguard applicant, fragrance imaginer, fan again (when you were traveling and pretty busy), and has now crossed the threshold into unhealthy addiction. And please don’t act like it affects just you…

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/dont-act-like-your-girls-addiction-only-affects-you/



A Summary of “Downton Abbey” Seasons 1 and 2

Many years ago a family of women, dogs, scones, and one dad lived on a large estate called Downton Abbey, where people liked to engage in eating, walking, snooty harrumphing, and hardcore gallivanting.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/a-summary-of-downton-abbey-seasons-1-2/



In Case You Haven’t Noticed Yet, I Watched a TED Talk Recently

Ladies and gentlemen of this party, I’m a simple man. I have simple needs: food, shelter, flavored water, a nightlight after I watch a scary movie. I’m not going to stand here and regale you with tales from my crazy Saturday night, or my completely batshit insane Tuesday mid-afternoon, or all the places I’ve seen Rick Steves travel, or which American Idol octo-finalist I once saw at the gym, using a hand bike and then refusing to wipe it off.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/in-case-you-havent-noticed-yet-i-watched-a-ted-talk-recently/



Santa’s Publicist

The name’s Mickey Starlight, and my friends in the biz call me Galileo. But I don’t just find stars; I make them.

Three years ago, Sam came to our firm, Garble and Gook, telling us he has a good message, but he doesn’t know how to get it out there. Wanted to spread holiday joy to all the boys and girls, and sure, get famous on the side. I told him let’s do lunch at Mulligan’s on 34th.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/santas-publicist/



R.I.P. The Microsoft Word Paperclip (1997-2003)

Family, friends, the MS Word Wizard guy who could be substituted in for the paperclip, Vice President Biden:

We gather here today, as we do each year around this time, to mourn the loss of Clippy, the spunky Microsoft Word paperclip advice thing, as well as to dip celery sticks in Ranch dressing and eat them.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/rip-ms-word-paperclip-1997-2003/



A Congressional Pledge To Rival Grover Norquist’s No-Tax-Increase Pledge

            I, Congress member [Print name here], do hereby solemnly swear that during my term in Congress, I will never, under any circumstances, take action that could only have come from a Silly Goose or Nincompoop.  I will never vote for legislation that is unfair, goofy, or poopy potty.  Never during my term will I be a liar liar pants on fire.  I promise not to be a big Bozo head and kissy kiss someone unless they’re my spouse or my best friend in the whole world.

            I do promise to try to be friends with all kinds of people, even girls.  If I see a bully loudmouth pulling a girl’s hair or calling her names like “longy hair dumb brains,” I take the sober vow to say, “Hey, you big meany head, quit it.  Just quit it.”  Even though I know I’ll get a wedgie later.

            With God and country as my witnesses, I pledge here and now never to take more than one goodie bag from lobbyists’ spooky-yummy Halloween or Birthday parties.  No matter how many Batman Pez dispensers, purple ring pops, and ping-pong paddles with a ball attached by a string they offer: I only take one super game toy.  Any more, and I might get distracted.

            I promise to do my homework, even during our 18 weeks of vacation.  When Mr. Speaker asks if I did my summer reading, I’ll say, “Yes, sir.  And what’s the homework for tonight?”  Everyone else will groan, but I don’t care about those noisy ninnies.

            With a nod toward the Constitution, and in deference to the Founding Fathers, I hereby give my word never to wear my underpants on the outside of my big boy pants.  This isn’t the State Senate anymore.  I’ll dress myself seven days per week, honest.  Yeah I’ll be a C-SPAN celebrity, but I won’t let it get to my head.

            Just as important, I affirm with all my intellect and heart that I will give a jumping high-five to any frumpy four-eyes who writes a bill making it illegal to discriminate against people just because they’re a little uncomfortable with the direction this Twister game seems heading.  I will fight to get the bill passed, against organized opposition from a bunch of giddy gumdrops, saucy so-and-so’s, half-naked nellies, and Democrats. 

            Finally, I attest that I will never, no matter what, even entertain the idea of voting for a bill that fundamentally changes the nature of our government from encouraging self-reliance and hard work, to encouraging acting like a lazypants poopy face.

            And if I have time, I will work for a more just and democratic society.

Signed,

[Signature]

[Date]

[If you can’t read or write or think for yourself, just sign with an X]



The Dark Battle Of Fiscal Cliff

‘Twas in the two thousand and twelfth year during the Age of the Tweet when Congress encountered a monster so hideous, so violent, and so preventable that only one name, created in darkness and whispered in fear, could capture its evil. This is the tale of the dark battle against Fiscal Cliff.

A long, brutal winter that was the warmest on record had settled over the lands. Mothers were clutching their baby bjorns. Fathers were also clutching their baby bjorns, except they made an Adam Sandler movie about it.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/the-dark-battle-of-fiscal-cliff/