And this — well, this is really freaky too, man.* *his idea.

I must say, I’m not sure I understand the whole Superman costume thing, but, y’know, still… update: Oh, wait, now I understand it. It’s because these people were evil and totally fucking insane! Almost forgot, because the coalition removed them from power and all. Sorry. Carry on.

That’s really freaky, man…*

Chapter 9: One Well-Informed Fish Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.      “What an obnoxious fish,” Liz said.      “Yeah,” I sighed, “but you really can’t blame him. After all, he read the newspapers.”      “Well,” she said, brushing a few crumbs off her lap, “in that case then, good for him.” **** Chapter 10

…I think I’ll get me a pair of those wire-framed shooting glasses, the kind with the yellow lenses that Hunter S. Thompson made famous in the early 70s. And a poncho. I think I’ll get a poncho, too. And while I’m at it, I think I’ll start using the phrase “that’s really freaky, man,” as often as possible. Which should be cool. And also really freaky, man. So. All in

eg. “Is that your penile implant?” “Yes, that penile implant belongs to me.”* *not intended as an endorsement for penile implantation

eg. “Is that your penile implant?” “Yes, that penile implant belongs to me.”* *not intended as an endorsement for penile implantation

This post at Obsidian Wings reminded me of a similar story I came across while studying Civil War-era oral histories (mostly slave narratives) a few years back. One of the more enigmatic figures of the 19th-century American south was “Uncle” Boja Willy (William B. Freeman, 1797?? – 1901) — a freed slave who some New Historicists have argued prefigured, in his ad hoc and peripatetic teachings, many of the semiotic

…Oh good lord. Above: Prince Charles and Jay-Z share a laugh over the nature of transatlantic “jiggyness.” *Or “Fish and Crips,” you decide. **** via Karol