happy birthday Zanti!
January 31, 2008
You are so dangerous!
The worst is all the lovely weather.
January 10, 2008
cotton not tasty like da woolens.
December 6, 2007
moar funny pictures
curious.
October 19, 2007
There was a bra hanging from a lighting fixture in the reading room of our library night before last. Nobody knows a thing about it. Under the bra, the chairs were all moved around willy-nilly. It was a black bra, of a large cup, the size unknown due to a washed-out label.
head traumas to keep you awake.
October 12, 2007
In between films in our Spanish Scary Movie Double Feature, I hit my head on a table in the basement, looking for Hallowe’en decorations, and emerged with a lump the size of half a devilled egg. I asked Flame to ask me who the president was, but he said i’d just get too depressed at the answer.
gala
September 30, 2007
I just rubbed an apple on my upper chest, like old hayseeds did in black and white hollywood flicks. I feel a certain kinship with Walter Brennan.
By the way, Fondue goes with Xanadu.
The Days Dwindle Down
September 29, 2007
WFMU’s website has a lovely gathering of many, many versions of Weill’s “September Song”.
sparseness of beard; delicate of feature.
September 22, 2007
I do believe in my heart that Ken Burns is intersexed. Just putting that out there for pondering.
it all comes out in the wash
September 17, 2007
Sometimes babies toss their organic chickpea meal all over your nice jolly ruched shirt, and sometimes you don’t have a spare shirt along with, so you watch Xanadu and eat cheese fondue with baby toss all over your shirt, and it’s okay.
whatever, john galt
September 1, 2007
I don’t know if I can read Atlas Shrugged, as the word “Taggart” displeases me so.
My mother was always prodding me to read Ayn Rand in High School. Now she offers me Southern Chick Lit.