top of page
Latin Grail.jpg

Word of the Every So Often​

entropic:  (adj.)  chaotic; without form or order.  The Second Law of Thermodynamics is entropy, which states that everything decays, or, everything that is ordered will return to chaos.  It’s what makes perpetual motion machines impossible, because there will always be a loss of energy, no matter how minute, and eventually all of those balls will stop dropping.  Have a nice day... but know that entropy is out to get you.

 

But here’s a thought... if everything is “doomed” to return to chaos, then chaos is the natural order of things.  It’s our trying to fight the inevitable that is unnatural.  And if that is true, it is our ordered world that is truly chaos.

​

The Almost Daily

​

It’s the last Sunday in March, so it’s Daylight Saving Time in Britian!  Sorry, but I really can’t get too excited about people turning their clocks ahead 5,000 miles away.  So, instead, here at the Press we’re celebrating National Turkey Neck Soup Day.  It’s easy to celebrate.  Just get a turkey neck and make some soup.  Yeah.  It’s a slow day for holidays.

Cartoon of the Week

30 Mantis Sex.jpg

“Let me get this straight.  After we have sex, you’re going to eat me... but we are having sex...?”

STUFF

Bad Fortunes

 

I’m a Chinese food junkie.

Carry out.

3 to 4 times a week.

Egg rolls, moo goo guy pan,

cashew chicken (Springfield style, of course),

and fortune cookies.

Especially fortune cookies.

 

So here’s the deal.

I started noticing

that something just wasn’t right with the fortunes.

You know, the ones you read and then say,

“What kind of fortune was that?”

Fortunes like,

“I’m trapped in this dead end job!”

“Send help!”

“Is this the best I can do with a college education?”

and “I expected more out of life than this.”

You get the idea.

 

And the more of these I read,

the more I realized

that they were either a pathetic cry for help

or a unique way to get published.

 

But either way,

it doesn’t really matter.

Because just as suddenly as they began,

they ended.

 

You know,

they became stupid stuff like

“Beware of paper dogs running backwards”

and “Fear the man who claims to know.”

 

I imagine the guy got canned.

I mean, you could pretty much see that coming.

But the bad thing is

now I’ll never know

just how his story might end.

​

​

CONTACT US

Comments?  Criticism?  Insults?  Money Orders?

Earl, our editor, wants to hear from you! 

(But that doesn't necessarily mean you'll hear from him.)

Send your messages or your bank account information to:

​

Earl@holygrailpress.com

​​

bottom of page