Wrap your head with this material...

The true winners today are the velociraptors. Maybe that's what happened to the dinosaurs: there was a velocirapture. It'd be sweet if there was a gangstarapture. That'd be a good party tonight. Way better than the saranrapture. Quick, somebody make a joke about Christmaswrapture. Clerk: Would you like that gift wraptured? I don't give a crapture. Its got to be at least 50% off gift wrapture paper today. Wish I were a director so I could say "That's a wrapture!" ... and scene.

You ever just feel like you don't have anything interesting to say? Like the whimsy and clever are gone and you're just going through cobwebs? Like your life has taken a turn for the irritating if not mundane? Gray minutia. The good stuff is so good I don't know how to describe it. The curve of Magnus's mouth as he whispers his new consonent secrets. The kicking when he's excited. The giggles. Soooo good. But who wants to read about my vast love for my child and his every new move. (with the exception of this new screaming, shrieking noise he's making. T hat I could really live without.) Then there's the hard stuff. Adjusting to my mom living across the street and how busy life has gotten with her moving. She's had pneumonia lately, so that's been unpleasant. She's on the mend now but its a long road. There's the neighbors. Its horrible sharing walls with people who are violent. Who want to hurt each other. Who want to hurt you. Want bad ...