If you wish to converse with an urbane clubman, you shall find me wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying by a fireplace. Brrr, I mean to say. Icebergs aren’t in it. (more…)

Either way, my children are going to drown!

They kin regulate my breathing when they pry my lungs from my cold, daid mouth.  Not ‘fore then.  (more…)

We’re all going to be drowned under a four-inch tidal wave of doom. All because of global warming! My poor children.

Freeman Dyson. Yeehah!