yin: “Y’know, I can remember when I used to come into a room and I could just tell you were genuinely happy to see me.” yang: “Uh huh. And I can remember when I used to come period. So can we just mourn later, and maybe heat up a meatloaf or something in the meantime…?”
from the protein wisdom conceptual series
September 24, 2008
“the yin and yang of intimate interpersonal relationships, 36†(from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
September 5, 2008
variations on a theme: The “an ordinary clock glimpsed in its moment of brief Obamalot awakening†post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
tic tic tic tic “…Uh, so. You think, like, Hillary’s got anything or her plate just now? Because I think we got off on the wrong foot, the two of us…”** tic tic tic **** (thanks to sdferr)
August 28, 2008
“the yin and yang of intimate interpersonal relationships, 35†(from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
yin: “Some days, I just want to come home, draw a nice hot bath, light a few scented candles, have a glass of really good red wine, and let the bubbles and bath oils melt away my troubles. You know?” yang: “If by ‘you know’ you mean something like, ‘you’ve got about about thirty seconds to dry yourself off and get my fucking supper on the table, or else I’m
August 9, 2008
“The forty acres and a mule follow-up x 6 post†(from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but now that we’re here, I can’t help but think how forty acres, a mule, and one of them badass DR Trimmer Mowers would have been, like, so tits! I mean, a sickle? Tell me they’re fucking kidding me.
July 20, 2008
a post that performs some of protein wisdom’s infamous bitter, fluffy content (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
What is that, a marshmallow? Because if it is, get it out of my sight. Trust me, I used to date a marshmallow that looked just like that one. And what a no-good cheating bitch that thing turned out to be…
July 8, 2008
The “I think your doorbell might be busted or something” post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
knock knock… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK–! “– Oh, you’re home, sorry. Dude, I think your doorbell might be busted or something.”
April 22, 2008
The "the Obama glares at reporters who dare interrupt his enjoying a delicious waffle (represented iconographically) post" post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
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November 19, 2007
The “So, Jeff. Have you stopped beating your wife yet?” post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
Of course I have. You know as well as I do my shovel is in the shop. Like I’d risk splitting a nail. Use your heads, people!
September 22, 2007
Saturday morning free writing exercise (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
it’s been over three decades and I still haven’t the foggiest idea what Gumby is supposed to be — a fact made even more distressing by the intrusion, into what once I thought must be some alien universe, of his fucking horse, which I know to be real, or at least, recognizable, as a bridge between our worlds. Plus, to further confuse things, the pliable green slice of rubber speaks