The Reality™ Institute

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Mr. Stanley Tolstoy is a forty-six year old human sponge. Now, this isn’t a figure of speech. Stanley’s an actual, genuine sponge. A surprising fact, really. His mother was especially surprised. The day her water broke, she didn’t see any water because her baby had absorbed it all. She just went right into contractions. Stanley’s […]

My godmother Dadi bought 20 CDs from me today, The Clockophile and the Heliotropic Future Machine, which was really nice of her. I would have given them to her for free, but she insisted on supporting me. She’s a great lady and, hopefully, when she retires, we’re going to write a book about her together.  […]

This is Guys Fighting in Smoke by my friend Lauren: And this Kraken Takes ‘Er Down: I bought this one at our Centro Medico Humberto Parra’s Online Silent Auction a couple years back.

a Johnny Rockwood classic featuring Tim Anderson and Ben Nyberg How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Be the Bomb

Hi. This is actually a post from my friend Rachel’s blog, which will now be linked on the site. She is the current coordinator of my family’s medical clinic in Bolivia and her blog is a better representation of what I did as coordinator than my blog was in that it deals less with Blog […]

Here is an interchange between me and Tim that led up to the posting of this picture of me as a clown: On Tue, May 13, 2008 at 5:29 AM, Tim Anderson <tim.worldwide@gmail.com> wrote: Why haven’t you put up my articles?! On 2008/05/14, at 1:41, Michael Molitch-Hou wrote: hey! hold on one gosh darn cotton […]

Now, all of the paintings will be together in a gallery, which should make it faster to load and stuff.

Entering Cold Stone Creamery, one is assaulted with the smell of numerous flavors of ice cream and the nearly countless toppings available to be mixed in to this ice cream. The staff, permanently cheerful, allows one to sample ice cream flavors before committing to a “Creation” (Cold Stone’s name for the unique ice-cream-and-topping mixtures they […]

by my cousin Mood Weirdmore (Robert Kaye) You’re gone