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This one goes to The Murph. Because he is unapologetically loquacious and loud as hell. But we wouldn't have him any other way. Just tonight my mom caught me calling him "sweetums". She couldn't understand that it was a misplaced reference to Parks and Recreation. So I then tried to cover up by referring to him as a "hairy turd". He is, after all, both. Such is the feline quandary known as The Murph.

Read John Barth's Lost in the Funhouse. Or read all but the last two stories, getting burnt out on his abstract exercises in form. There are definitely some good ones here; "Night Sea Journey", "Petition", and "Lost in the Funhouse" are equal parts golf clap and hearty laughter. Things bog down when the stories are based off classic Greek epics. While I probably should be more familiar with the Illiad and the Odyssey, the fact is that I've only read one of them (I cannot recall which) and that was about eight years ago. So when dude starts name dropping "Telemachus" and "Pesistratus" like we're already BFFs, I just want to crack an MGD and tell him to eat a fat one. Nevertheless, I'd recommend this to anyone looking for something beyond the standard fare narrative. It's a good chance to mix it up and act smarter than you actually are.

After talking to Josh (one of my supposed three loyal readers), I've been giving some thought as to what I want to do with this blog. I am considering copying him and making the transition to Tumblr. I think its format is much better suited for shorter posts - a form I'd much rather deal in at this point. These wide margins are so daunting sometimes. I'd still keep this blog for the occasional longer rant. But we shall see. I'm pretty lazy with what I've got going here. I might be too lazy to start an entirely new enterprise.