Patrick A. McGuire, Bloggonian
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
Author Archives: PMcG
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 15
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Bird, Bird, Bird, Bird is the Word Strolling through the neighborhood with the hound provides an opportunity for meditating on the … Continue reading
Musical fruit
This is about green beans, but first a slight digression. Stick with it and an important green bean point will appear. Trust me. I once taught a tone-deaf guy to play the banjo. So. You’re driving along and the red … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 14
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The Last Meatball So I said to the dog “Today is the thirteenth. Do you know what that means?” I gave … Continue reading
The man who invented thinking
By Rene “Buzz” Descartes, I have been asked to say a few words about how I thought up my most famous line “I think, therefore I am.” I get more questions on that than any of my other thinking lines–including … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 13
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The roaring whoosh Last night I dreamed that Coffee got glasses. Thick, black framed glasses like I had as a kid. … Continue reading
Frequently Asked Questions: Dystopia
Q. I’ve heard the word dystopia used a lot lately. Is it contagious? A. Just to clarify, you want to know about dystopia, not dattopia, right? Some people get them mixed up. Q. What the heck is dattopia? A. And, … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 12
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The dog who lays down Once a solid black hellhound of high speed, Coffee J. Dogg’s eyes and much of his … Continue reading
a hint of light 