Lifestyle

I’d like to see a nightly news program performed by the Sesame Street characters. Having plush puppets deliver the news could reduce my anxiety.

I assumed the word cupidity had something to do with Cupid, that plump little angel who pierces our hearts arrows of love. But Cupid has a dark side.

I should have chum controls on my browser with a pop-up box that warns, “Don’t You Have Something Better To Do?”

The things I buy call out to me with the lure of eternal coolness. Then I bring them home and forget about them.

I know I should fear an algorithm that doesn’t know the difference between rugs and shoes, but I’m addicted to eye candy.

If we don’t get a grip on our trash problem we’ll be living like medieval peasants again. Fatbergs are coming after us like low budget sci-fi monsters.