am i dumb — a six step diagnostic i ran on myself
am i dumb, the three-word version, the most stripped-down form of the question, defended from the desk.
how to take the dumb dumb test — a step by step from the sauna
dumb dumb test, the at-home version, eight items i passed with confidence and a coffee on the counter.
why i am so dumb — and the coffee remains the only achievement
why i am so dumb, the asserted version of the question, drafted as a manifesto from the desk between budget meetings.
why am i so dumb — i asked dave and he laughed for nine straight minutes
why am i so dumb, the cleaner question, the more honest one — drafted from the desk while the seventh microwave reheated cold tea.
dumb and dumber harry — a character study i conducted from my couch
dumb and dumber harry — the orange-tuxedo half of the dumbest road movie. jeff daniels playing patience for 107 minutes. brenda the dead plant…
dumb jokes — a category i defend with my chest
dumb jokes are a category i defend with my chest. one supermarket aisle, one stefan thursday-wine in the elevator, one air fryer used once. hit…
dumb patrick — a name i borrowed for the supermarket
dumb patrick, the spongebob character as ethical guide. examined from the desk where patrick’s gentleness is, structurally, the whole moral…
dumb donald — a cartoon i half-remember, accurately
dumb donald, the fat albert character with the green hood. examined from the desk where the hood is the entire character architecture, on a tuesday.
dumb question to ask — and it is usually the only one worth asking
dumb question to ask, the search that pre-apologizes for itself. examined from the desk where the disclaimer is doing more work than the question…
