On the fourth day of telecommuting, I realized that clothes are totally unnecessary.

The first time you see something that you have never seen before, you almost always know right away if you should eat it or run away from it.

Lately, the only thing keeping me from being a serial killer is my distaste for manual labor.

We expect others to act rationally even though we are irrational.

I burned out my drawing hand by using it too much. The common word for it is writer's cramp. The fancy words for it are focal dystonia. The symptom in my case was a pinky finger that went spastic when I tried to draw.

The creator of the universe works in mysterious ways. But he uses a base ten counting system and likes round numbers.

I have a perverse attraction to risk. Not physical risk but emotional, financial risk - anything than can't kill you immediately.