Why, given the fact much of her fan base are impressionable children and teenagers, did Taylor Swift choose to have her new music video perpetuate the notion living together before marriage is how things are done?

What do you do when you see your neighbor, yet again, standing shirtless in his front yard with a cell phone up to his ear? Well, if you’re me, you write him a letter.

The latest installment of Dear Reader goes out to a reader from someplace called “Unknown” who arrived at SKOS by searching for “guy won’t take hint.”

There are bad days and then there are BAD days like the one I described to this individual trying to steal my password.

Boy, I can’t tell you what a huge relief it is to no longer have more than a handful of people who read my blog. I’m on Cloud Nine!

For a little over two weeks, I’ve had trouble sleeping. If my brain doesn’t begin shutting itself down at night, I might just have to lobotomize myself.

If one employee in my company accidentally sends an e-mail to everyone else in the company, the people in my usually-intelligent company turn into imbeciles the likes of which the world has never seen.

When you’re a castaway on an island, political rules do not change: Blame the guy who came before you!