You are no doubt atwitter with curiosity: gnotalex, why yet another blog? It's not like there's a shortage of them.
And more to the point: Is this going to be one of those penny dreadfuls filled with bad poetry about your cat?
No, your cat is for the moment off-topic, though I reserve the right to publish bad poetry, feline-oriented or otherwise.
Actually, most of these pieces are from the vast archive of stuff that I really thought was funny at the time but couldn't sell to The New Yorker; or for that matter, the company newsletter. Philistines!
My apologies for some of the incomplete entries -- I'm working off hard copy in some cases; others are in some long-deceased wordprocessing format, so I can't simply cut-and-paste them. (And I am doing considerable rewriting as I go, the better to iron out the clunkier bits.)
I'll in the future mark those with an "Incomplete:" tag in the title.
Also, now that the Christmas hilarities have finally died down, I've got the time, I think, to add more current material, touching on the profound and momentous issues of the age.
Or possibly bad cat poetry.