8 Every year I visit Las Vegas and every year I find the same old thing. No one is willing to take a bet on who is right: Albert Einstein or Gene Roddenberry. It’s too early to call Roddenberry the winner, but a fairly new, and totally strange, behavior might put a dent in Einstein’s winning streak. We’re So Sorry Uncle Albert
4 Many a time I’ve thought about getting out of writing to follow the calling of the late Billy Graham and becoming a Fuller Brush man. But then I was saved by science. Writers Curse
2 It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon until your child or grandchild drops the t-bomb. “I’m getting a tattoo,” he or she says. Disabuse yourself of the notion that you have raised a deviant, criminal or future Marine. Chances are, you have raised an art connoisseur. Skin In The Game
4 “Why, just today I threw a young lady out of the office four times for four different books. The one she wrote before breakfast, the one she wrote after I threw her out the first time, the one she wrote after I threw her out the second time and the one she just finished." I Can’t Wait
4 Neil Dickinson, the Limerick Laureate of Facebook (and maybe the real life as well), doesn't believe that limericks should be reserved for bawdy occasions, like when the men folk retire to the sitting room with cigars and brandy to act like locker-room adolescents. If he had his way, he'd put limericks in every greeting card for every occasion. Once Upon A Rhyme
On a danger scale of one to ten, shopping on line is at least a 14. I don't care how smart you are, or how shrewd a shopper you think you are, you are no match for a computer which, as we all know, has supernatural powers. Standing On My Own Two Feet