An old saying is that “Rules are meant to be broken,” but that’s really not the case. Whatever the particular motivation behind any given rule may be, though, the rationale is never that the rule gets broken. Despite that fact, rules are frequently broken, and today, for a certain class of third graders, one particular rule was about to be just that. Broken.
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Today my girlfriend Anna asked me to accompany her to her Speech Language Pathology clinic so that she could get some work done. Since I didn’t have anything else on my plate, I figured I’d tag along (wait, how did I end up being the one driving?) and use the time to write something for this glorious website of ours. Read more [...] 
I’m watching Women’s Olympic Basketball, and the United States’ star player is named Destinee Hooker. She’s an athletic black woman with a howitzer for a right arm and the lateral quickness to cover ground like tarp on rain delay. Yet I know I’m not the only one who notices her incredible name. 
“Living Room” is an awful term. Don’t get me wrong, the sign effectively references its object. Instead, it is an awful term because, if taken literally, it’s too general to specify any one particular type of room, and not only when interpreting “living” in its biological sense. 
I love Timbs, and there’s no singular reason why.
As at this point we don’t have any public readers, and the first ones we have will likely know me, my previous statement comes as no surprise. In fact, I’m sure most of you rolled your eyes when you first became aware that I’d written something about Timbs. And I can’t blame you. 
I hate alarm clocks. Waking up to them is absolutely infuriating, and not only because it's a horribly jarring way to part with sleep - though that has something to do with it, for sure.
I always use my phone as my alarm clock, and every time I get a new phone I change the ring I use as my alarm, and I'm pretty sure I've grown to despise every 
My friend Jake Johnson, an alumnus of both Lafayette College and my Niskayuna High School Varsity soccer team, asked me a provocative question a while back: “run rabbit run might be eminem's best song, yay or nay?”
Now, anyone who has known me for over 39.5 minutes is painfully aware that: (1) I’m of the opinion that Eminem is the second