Posted on a Friday in December
It may be monkey-ass cold outside, but it still Autumn technically. It’s the last day though, so I’m closing things down. Off to the archives, Autumnaland.
Looking back, it kinda failed. I never had many postlets that were short enough (a sentence or two). It often took a paragraph or more to convey my ideas. Oh well, I tried.
Next up, if the writing strike ever ends, Mugging will be back. And there’re always a few new turds tumbling down down the pipe. And ain’t it rather fitting that I end off by likening my work to sewage.
Posted on a Friday in December
There are times, many times, when I feel like my life is a wash…that it’s pointless, useless, for naught. But as trite as it sounds, it’s all relative. At Pantone, five individuals spent who knows how long sitting around conference tables discussing the color of the year for 2008, choosing Blue Iris (for reasons that could’ve been lifted straight from the padding in any given written assignment by any given failing art student).
In related news, I’m naming my couch as sitting place of the year for 2008. For the upcoming year, I felt that my selection answered several of the needs, hopes and desires of my ass.
Posted on a Tuesday in December
In one fell swoop, two annoying internet nerds sucked all the fun out of this. I’m having a bad week maybe, but this site has a remaining shelf-life of 14 days before it and I disappear. There will be no extension.
Posted on a Tuesday in December
I hate the name microwave. For one thing, you can’t put something inside a wave. Especially not one that’s micro. Instead, I suggest calling it a rewarmitorium.
Posted on a Wednesday in December
I got this email, and well, it made me want to order something from them:
Possibly my favorite piece of direct mail ever..
Posted on a Wednesday in December
As was pointed out about this time last year, Tis The Season You Can Buy Anything (Without Embar[r]assment) Fa La La La La La La La La.
However, tis also the season you look like a complete tosser if you’re buying, say, socks. I went to buy a pair last night, but I chickened out before I got to the register.
Posted on a Tuesday in December
My sister is doing up the birth announcement for her new daughter tonight. I offered her $5 to end the ad with ‘This baby sponsored by Pepsi.’ She wouldn’t go for it.
Posted on a Monday in December
I was going to take a picture to show the folk not living near hear this morning’s winder splendor. However, my new camera battery is still ‘in the mail’. So I drew you this picture:
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…
A Winter Splendor
Posted on a Sunday in December
Today it was stormy and dark and whatnot — the perfect day to stay inside. So I made me some coffee and a big breakfast and thought ‘I’m going to stay in my pajamas all day.’ But of course I wasn’t wearing pajamas, as I don’t have a proper pair of pajamas. So I ordered some pajamas on this internet thing. Sitting here, shirtless and pantless, I can’t wait for their arrival.
Posted on a Monday in November
I’ve often thought about what a given person’s reaction would be to arriving home and finding his/her house on fire (assuming no people or animals were inside). If you’d get angry/upset/stressed or whatever, I probably don’t like you all that much. On the other hand, if I could ever find a woman whose reaction would be, “damn, that’s why you keep the marshmallows outside“…
