This blog’s only real puzzler is its name and I get the question too often to ignore.
It stems from an actual experience I had while running south of Eatonville, Wash. I got home and found a pine needle in my underpants. I have no idea how it got there, but it was a fantastic and unexpected surprise. Life often feels like having a pine needle in your underpants. It’s kinda funny. Kinda strange. And always unpredictable.
Plus, I think “underpants” is my favorite word of all time. It’s so wonderfully childish. Anything is funny when it has the word “underpants” attached to it. For example, “mass casualties” sounds awful, but “mass underpants casualties” sounds like a story I want to hear. (Maybe I should write that story? Hmmm.)
So, there you have it. The name.