If you’re not from Texas, you probably won’t understand Texas. But one thing you can understand about Texas is that it is a strange and silly place, not entirely unlike Camelot. Except without all the singing. Here in Texas, we have a governor. His name is Rick Perry. He has great hair. And that’s about all I can say about him, according to the international rules of motherly advice of the ‘if you can’t say...

First, some business. The next installment of Snowflakes In Autumn will go up next week, broken into two parts and published on Tuesday and Thursday. I’ll probably keep the goal for Chapter Six set at $75, since you guys met that pretty quickly (although much of it was due to a generous donation from a Ms. X in New York, who did wonders to combat the Southern perception of Damn Yankees). We’ll see if we make it to $75 in round...

The geek half of the Internet (the remaining 50% being divided equally between bored housewives, cheating husbands, ambitious business majors and porn) is abuzz this morning with news of yesterday’s decision by the seventh circuit court of appeals to uphold the decision of a Wisconsin prison banning its inmates from playing Dungeons and Dragons. It seems that some murderer by the name of Kevin Spacey Singer filed the appeal after the...

In an effort to get Trey excited about the holiday season, we’ve taken to the practice of watching a Christmas movie with him every night, an endeavor which has proven to alternate between being mostly rewarding and occasionally infuriating, depending on the film. When the nightly movie is something like the 1964 TV special Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or 1969′s Frosty the Snowman, I can easily slip into the long-ago mindset...

Today’s essay is a little different from what I’ve been writing as of late, and I hope that my faith in my readers is not misplaced when I tell you that I think you can handle this. It’s nothing new or revolutionary, or even unique. It’s just a few of my personal reflections on Christmas and religion, and a few things in-between. It’s a little long and a little messy, but it’s what came out when I sat...

I have a fantasy that comes to me in my dreams at night, and then lingers in the corners of my mind throughout the long shadows of the day. It is a wondrous dream, filled with hope and elation and, eventually, bitter resentment and terrible regret. In my dreamworld, I live and work and walk amongst a citizenry composed of my peers, who see the world though a lens of reality and who pursue Truth in life through rational thought and logic. ...