There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third.
Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words.
Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
For the two songs in me and the third one I just made.

Number Three, by They Might Be Giants

I posted another update to The Laws of Body Inflation. I get the feeling that this gag has been dragged out a bit too long. But I'm still having fun with it, so I keep at it. I work on it when I'm trying to write an actual story but can't make the words flow. Performing absurd analyses on the genre sometimes helps. And even when it doesn't help, at least I get the satisfaction from having written something, even if it's just a few words in a list of silly observations.

Looking at the list as it stands along with the rejects that I haven't quite polished enough to make laws from, I'm guessing that there's possibly enough material left to justify a version 1.3, but probably not a 1.4. And I might just leave it at this and be done with it.

After all, there are plenty of other opportunities for making humor about this funny little pastime of ours.