Condiment, Condominium, Condo, Condescend, Condoleeza. . . .
Knowledge is power. Because you just never know when you’ll need to know something.
These can save your life, in more ways than one.
You No Foola Me. There Ain't No Sanity Clause.
Has anybody else noticed that my blog’s name seems to be missing from the top of the page? I do not have sufficient smarts to be able to tinker intelligently with my template, so I can’t fix it. I don’t know where it is. I hope I didn’t offend it and make it run away, but really, how would I offend something named ‘scheiss?’
In case anyone was wondering, though, you’re reading “Scheiss Weekly.” It’s my blog. It’s three years old this month. Please, have a piece of chocolate cake in its honor. Have two.
I’ve been blogging for three years. Wow. Some days, it seems as though I’ve only just started, and other times, MOST times, in fact, it’s hard to remember life without blogging. It’s become an extension of me.
Have you ever wondered how many people have saved their own sanity by ‘letting it all out’ in a blog, instead of taking it all out on a person? I know of one.
When Art and Music Collide
Oh holy scheisse on a popsicle stick. . . . this is too glorious for words. At least, not any words that I know.
Now go to YouTube and watch/listen to all the others. They’re all wonderful. I picked this one at random.






