The Daily Grind

What does it all really mean?

They roll, they wander, and sometimes they just get away from you. Get along, you silver dogies.

My armor is black.

All of the bacon in review. Yes, even him.

Our cultural soul is being digitized to death with inaudible applause.

A little warmer on France. For no good reason.

A letter written from the nine-year-old mind of Sion to his second-grade teacher as punishment for objecting to in-class drills.

That bright light in your tunnel vision may be a train.

Don't know what you got, but Jesus has a pair of aces and a straight.

Not everything is properly defined by its price tag.