A friend recently remarked to me about Bill’s Head that “a lot of the blog is kind of ranting about the stupidity of others.”

Now, I’d like to think that my rhetorical level is somewhere above “rant,” and sometimes I write about non-stupid people who do stupid things, and I’m not sure that a statistical analysis would support her “a lot” figure, but I take the point about the general tone of things.

Sometimes it’s not my fault, though—things just take on a life of their own. The Birthday Squash was supposed to be a rebuttal of sorts—just a silly picture. But then I got sidetracked with a rant observation about gross (but not necessarily stupid!) people who let their toes hang over the edge of their shoes. The first installment of Ask Bill’s Head was supposed to be just a quick, light satire, but I got more angry as I wrote it.

So today I’m going to try something new to help out with the statistics: a sweet little story and picture, completely free of anger, irony, sarcasm, dry wit, stupid people, ranting, or anything else negative. Here it goes:

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