- Is French press coffee is just pretentious cowboy coffee with a fancy strainer and no eggshells?
- Will anyone notice that I’m wearing dark brown woven slacks and black shoes? Will they care? Do I care that no one cares?
- When did waiting for other people to exit an elevator before entering it become an optional thing? Forget common courtesy—it’s common sense, right?
- If you clip the feathers of wereduck’s wing, do his fingernails get shorter?
- How much is my book budget this fiscal? How much? Seriously?
- Why couldn’t Helen Mirren have been the next Doctor Who?
- Can I use the description “ventiest venti ever brewed” in a story without running afoul of Starbucks’ legal department?
- Why do I have three pencils behind my ear? Why did I only notice this when I tried to add a fourth pencil?
- Why does the Admin photocopier always jam when I have a hundred copies to make and ten minutes to make ‘em?
- How expensive would were-proof silver handcuffs be?
- Where’s the &$*^# public restroom key?
- Is there any place nearby that I can get the venteist venti ever brewed?
- Did I see a sort of Mongolian death worm plot on CSI a couple years ago when a chef killed a woman with a baby octopus? Would it seem derivative or like a fresh new twist on fugu poisoning?
- Since I had Janie’s leftover oatmeal for breakfast, I deserve something nutritionally bereft for lunch, right?
- Does this curl-enhancing mousse make me look like a poodle from the ‘eighties? Since it takes ten minutes off my morning routine, keeps my bangs out of my eyes, and seems to be humidity proof, do I really care?
- How long until lunch?
- Why am I not disturbed by the concept of a “fresh new twist on fugu poisoning?”
- Does a list of questions count as a blog post?
Earful of Cider 