Convenient and deadly

Mental Health Re-run:

An otherwise benign ghost haunts this home, whose one hatred is directed, inexplicably, towards Gus's toothbrush, which disappears constantly from its place by the sink and seems to turn up everywhere else.

Why yes, this is an anvil

Mental Health

Where had the time gone? The kids were grown up and going to college or working or seeing the world. The house was paid off, the retirement was announced. Now the evil Dr. Vandertramp's last worry was his only worry-- diffusing that bomb, the one on the 30-year timer. And that could wait until at least next week.

How to make enemies and defeat them in single combat

Mental Health

Listen, guys. Just listen for one second. Those rations? Yeah, I ate them. They looked iffy, OK, so I was, I was testing them. I was sacrificing myself, come on! Are you really going to execute a guy who was just making sure our ship's last week of food wasn't somehow tainted or un-delicious? It was delicious, by the way. 

Could be worse

Mental Health Re-run:

Though at the end of the day, Winston's running tally of victories revealed only one, he leapt into his tall bed and laid there in satisfaction, visualizing how Hoffman must have reacted upon finding that the experimental apes had been enclosed in his home and the poor, bewildered Hoffman family locked in the laboratory in their place.

Questions answered

Mental Health

You can't blame the man for using his pen name-- after all, who would ever read sentimental romance novels written by Skeevy VanPervleton?

Nutrition Opinions

Mental Health

Nothing puts life into perspective like a 900 pound grizzly bear in one's kitchen, and Nigel's perspective became one of simultaneous awe at the wonders of nature and befuddlement as to what he could possibly do now that would not end up turning him into dinner.

If only it were a joke

Mental Health

With candy rations dwindling daily and the calendar continuing its inexorable march, David and Eric and Dave found themselves mere days away from school. As they toured their habitual haunts in the neighborhood and the dry creek bed, they found that the usual joys had been leeched out of everything. They spoke seldom and grimly, three little men facing lengthy incarceration. They kicked tin cans perfunctorily as they walked, heads down, already dead to summer.