Songs on Sunday

Those who call today the “Age Of Information,” and consider this a sign of their intelligence, just reveal the quality of the information they’re receiving.


While buffeted by the flow of everyday events, one ole supreme sorehead would sometimes mutter, “I couldn’t be less pleased, even if I actually were less pleased.”


The further you get
from your own locality
the more songs you hear.


A certain non-renowned thinker on Planet Arid, when confronted with a particularly viscid question, would rejoin the inquiring party by saying, “Put that in a digital form and I’ll consider it.”


One real ugly guy stood up and said, “I resent being called ugly in print.”