The Very Short Blog with The Very Long Name

Outlaw use of the phrase, "Let's dive right in."

What if there was this entity called The Time Being. Would you do things for him?

I tried teaching my dog to write my business correspondence, but I've given it up as a lost cause. A waste of time. He simply couldn't...

You often remember something complimentary that someone said about you. Like when the head of my graduate program in musical theatre...

Why is it that when cleaning the ear canal with your pinky finger in the shower, you purse your lips and stretch out your face? (I am...

I dreamt I was a Serbian woman, some sort of spy. My task was to place a package in a closed office building in the western suburbs of...

I have been giving one piece of advice to new parents. It grew out of a task I managed to complete recently after putting it off for...

Saw a guy at the gym. He wasn’t exercising. I saw him at the chest fly machine. He sat there for the requisite two minutes or maybe a bit...

See, I was clueless on the whole nepotism thing. As a songwriter, what might be something that could help me find success? Well, I could...

In this new age, we have had to learn an entirely new set of behavioural signals and norms. I say "have had to learn" as if we had...

You can't tell me that <3 looks like a heart. Clearly, it's a busty garden gnome. (Picture stolen from Etsy)

We’re moving to the Philippines in a little under two months. I went bike riding about two weeks ago and I was really, really cold, and I...

I taught my kids the Steinberg Rule. The Steinberg Rule is that if you see something on the ground and you pick it up, you own it. You...

Does anyone really think that if they saw a bunch of pictures of the backs of people’s hands, like 100 of them, they would know their own?

This blog will attempt to follow the Chicago Manual of Style, 17th ed., except where it doesn't. Chicago, you may know, prefers that...

What do turkeys think of “turkey sausage”? I bet they are royally pissed off. “What, you’re going to kill me and make pretend I am...

It worries me that yesterday, a kid near me on the street started crying, the kind with a scream followed by a series of sobs that set...

If all the people waiting for bags at the airport would just stand back one meter from the belt, the entire process would be a great deal...

This is the third post. You either love it, or you hate it.

Known to millions* as "TVSBTVLN," this blog has the goal to inspire, entertain, amuse, and occasionally enlighten with words of whimsey...