Sunday Squibs

The old Renaissance Man was said to have everything there was to know under his belt. His belt though was around his ankles. 

I'm not a has-been; I'm an A-lister emeritus. 

Show me your junk drawer and I'll tell you who you are.

The things we hold on to because we might need them someday become a no-go pile of stuff. And when we do actually need that thing we saved, we just go out and buy another to avoid a long rummage.

In the more expensive shops, the merchant is able to peel off the “Made in China” stickers before putting their wares on display.

Many people believe in an alternate reality disconnected from facts. Their steering wheel is disconnected from the front wheels, which is fine as long as they don’t get their hands on the keys. 

Less than four per cent of all saints were married. 

St. must stand for selibate.

I’m like an affable old dog at a party, making the rounds to be petted, cleaning up scraps that fall to the ground; but let a careless guest set his hot dog on a chair instead of the table, and it’s gone, just like that. 

How safe is the Cloud? As safe as the ancient Library of Alexandria was before the barbarians burned it down.

Democracy is a gamble on the goodness of the people. 

Democracy is blowing on the dice right now, warming them in her hands before the next throw.