Let's start with the seed of an idea

The Musings of Josiah:
I want to get a time machine so I can go back in time, find Shakespeare, and convince him to rewrite the ending of Othello so that out of nowhere, an anvil falls on Iago and crushes him flat, and then, for no apparent reason, the ground underneath him spontaneously explodes.

The Musings of Josiah:  Do you think listening to “In The Dark of the Night” counts as history study? There’s no historical evidence that Rasputin didn’thave an army of singing insects.

The Musings of Josiah:
If pterodactyls were conjoined twins, they’d be pairodactyls.

The Musings of Josiah: Biromantic? Is that when you love pens?

The Musings of Josiah: Well, if you’ve reached the edge of infinity, you’ve already fucked up the universe, so parallel lines meeting isn’t exactly a big issue.

The Musings of Josiah

Jos: Hey, somebody should invent a cat for little kids that has machine-washable fur.
Me: …that would involve putting said cat in the washing machine.
Jos: Well, it’d have to be strongly unkillable too.

The Musings of Josiah: “What if the thing you fear the most is a boggart?”

The Musings Of Josiah:
Merfi: did you know that you can get grey highlighters? Why would you want one? What’s the point?
Jos: They’re for old people. Old people who are colour blind.

The Musings of Josiah, volume 2:
“Friday” has permeated and ruined my life, going backwards. Rebecca Black is actually a renegade Time Lord.