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For H.E.’s A Jolly Good Fellow

For H.E.’s A Jolly Good Fellow

Today belongs to Human Encyclopedia. Long live Human Encyclopedia! H.E. is probably the funniest man I have ever known. Never a day goes by without him making a joke or some triple wordplay, and almost none of it is planned or set up in advance. If you’re discussing nuclear physics with him, he will find some way to make it slapstick funny. You can have an entire conversation with him, with topics ranging from politics to history, and there you’ll…

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The Meaning of Life Ain’t Crap

The Meaning of Life Ain’t Crap

Let’s review, shall we? Cat Shit I must be considered one of the top experts of feline poop out there because not only does my cat love to leave samples of it around for me to clean up after, but cat shit is my top search referral on this site. Seriously. I get an average of at least one “cat shit” search referral a day—only 10 days into January of the new year, and already I have 13 search requests…

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About One Volunteering Activist, Out To Save the World

About One Volunteering Activist, Out To Save the World

Dear Ndugu, Last time I wrote to you, I may have mentioned Human Encyclopedia’s elephantine ways. I fear that I may have painted for you an entirely wrong picture of the man. I did not actually mean to say that H.E. is like an elephant—though he can do a pretty damn good imitation of one upon request. What I actually meant to say is that H.E. has a mind like a sieve? sponge, and if you ask him whether or…

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Here Comes Santa Again

Here Comes Santa Again

Well… this year is turning out to be eventful so far. I spent the weekend taking down the lights and the tree, and none too soon, considering how far too generous my cat has been. She’s been leaving me lovely little presents under the tree since the holidays, and really, I would much prefer she leave them in the litter box. Then the week got off to a bad start. It began at night with a dry pitter-patter on the…

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Dream Girl

Dream Girl

I used to be a master of my dreams. I could make people do or say what I wanted them to, I had Fate’s ear and confidence, and I was a magical flying superhero that saved the world time and time again. My dreams were a hotbed of my delusions of grandeur, can you tell? Lately, though, my dreams have slipped out of my control, and now I’m just like everyone else, dreaming dreams that sort of just happen with…

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