Don't Take Me Seriously - Book - Page 9
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Most every day, some quirky aspect of some small corner of our colossal
world might strike you as just a bit twisted, just a little incongruous,
ridiculous or even blatantly humorous. However, most of us, most of the
time, let these tiny tickles of the cosmos pass right through us with little
more than a shrug of acknowledgement – and a momentary feeling of vague
uneasiness that someone really ought to say something to someone
regarding them.
Some years ago (many say after a blow to the head), I began to capture
these fireflies of fun before they burnt out. While they still glowed, I
would examine them under magnification and changing wavelength. I would
look at them from various angles, physical and metaphysical, logical and
lunatic. I would imagine them well-fed and so growing to their maximum
absurdity. And I would share these imaginings as essays of whimsy in a
periodical of modest size where I was otherwise employed.
Plopped on the SHULRGLFDO·Vpages irregularly at first, I received more
and more encouragement until these humor columns, done under the banner
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even serious consideration for syndication.
But then my head injury must have healed, or my window into infinity
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publication, and I got busy with other things.
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humor columns, published over the years, from the very first one in 2008,
to every other week beginning in February of 2009, to almost every week
