Monthly Archives: January 2013

There is no such place as Fredonia, Wisconsin but if there were I would go there. I would trek out, hitching, taking plane, train or filthy rainslick, hydroplaning my way to that blessed town. I would go to that fictional … Continue reading →

Don’t make me go to your boyfriend’s shows anymore. It’s not just that the music’s bad, made by a band of posers or that the lyrical subject matter has been better covered by earlier artists like Dr. Seuss and Tweedledumber. … Continue reading →

While the building burned and we were asked by some cruel god to decide what it was we treasured most in the world – or, at least, in the apartment – my girl and I came to our decisions quickly … Continue reading →

It seems that everything I have to say is something that I’ve said. Every thought I try to think’s already in my head. I used to be original, but lately, in defeat I’ve found that new attempts at cleverness are … Continue reading →

When you get back from your little hospital stay when you feel a tad healthier when you think yourself ready and willing and able to handle issues of a more stressful nature then, I think, we should speak. We should … Continue reading →

Pablo P Pablo Picasso was called an asshole like, eight times a day – sometimes thrice before breakfast. From birth, this unjustifiable prick would lord his magnified genius over the rest of us, redefining art itself sometimes in his sleep. … Continue reading →

Oh So Classy She’s the girl I want to know the sort of girl I hope will blow my mind. She’s fine. She’s oh so sassy. She’s the type that’s so damned sweet Someday I’d show her my meet -ing … Continue reading →

What you are going through is something I cannot be bothered to understand. Your problems may be large certainly, but they are not mine and, respectfully, I wish you’d shut up and let me get to my dinner in peace.

Just a block from here is where it stood. On the sixteenth floor through the second elevator bank by the end of the hall is the Office that formerly held The Comics Code Authority. I know. I was there once. … Continue reading →

The Times tells me that the overweight are at lower risk of dying which fits well with my long-term plans. If weight decreases the threat of mortality then my greater girth may grant me immortality – and soon, if my … Continue reading →