Author: Biff Sock Pow
Hi! I am Biff. Welcome to my cluttered little wordsmith’s workshop. It’s not much, but it’s where I come to escape from the world and all of its sound and fury. Here you will find hand-crafted humor and levity (with occasional bursts of jocularity). It may not be professional quality, but it is original and lovingly crafted with affection. Think of me as Geppetto, and of my humble little posts as awkward wooden puppets who hope someday to become quality writing.
I am a man in my mid-50s, thus completing my transition to complete invisibility and irrelevancy. This allows me to move about society unobserved as I observe our modern culture. I live in the world’s most boring suburb of Dallas, Texas. I am married, with a twenty-something year old daughter, two cats, a mortgage, and something that approximates a career. Think of my life as the embodiment of the “quiet desperation” that Thoreau wrote of. Hey, if I can find the humor in that, I can find humor in anything! Thus this blog.
Biff Rambles On About .. Aphorisms Gone Bad, Getting Ready for Nothing, and Self Reflections
Saturday Coffee With Biff
Where’s the Biff?
I Can’t Complain
Like a Rock
Peace Be With You
A Pocket Full of Why
Saturday Morning Coffee With Biff
How I Spent My Columbus Day
Sunday Morning Reflections
Biff Rambles On About … Full Fall Falderal, Hawking Down the Bunny Trail, and Ladder Day Feints
Autumn, Where Is Thy Sting?
Sunday Morning Coffee with Biff
Friday Fauna Foibles
Whatnot Wednesday: or — An Unreasonable Facsimile Thereof
The Essence of Monday
Saturday Coffee with Biff
The Labor (Day) of Hercules
I Have Writ the Enemy, and I Am Spam
My First Post Using the New Block Editor
A Man of Extinction
What Fresh Hell Is This?
How Could I Ask For More?
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