So when *did* jokes about rape become funny, anyway?

I am like any other person that is of comparable age and socio-economic status. I have done, said, and heard things that have later made me feel very deep regret not just about what I have done or said, but about the people from which I have heard these things. But in recent hours, I started to read about this comedian by the name of Daniel Tosh.

Wow, a hundred posts already?

As I write this, I realise that in a space of approximately two months, I have written about a hundred posts, each averaging around two thousand words.

Symbols, flags, and meanings… one of many musings

Not too long ago, I posted an entry that divided its time semi-equally between the injustice of a vigilantist idea of justice and my agreement with another author about how much the puzzle piece symbol sucks. This, to my pleasant surprise, brought about a visit from its author and some commentary about the symbol issue. In my own reply (I am compulsive about replying to everything, with some exceptions), I promised that I would explore symbols and their meanings a little bit further in a future entry. Or rather, I thanked him for giving me that idea, because to be brutally honest, when you churn out three or four entries a day at peak times, your stock of new ideas does sometimes run a tiny bit dry.