I Live in the Twentieth Twenty-First Century for Marcia not Marcia I live in the Twentieth Twenty-first Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do about it. I felt helpless. Your face is so beautiful that I cannot stop to describe it, and there’s nothing I can do to make you happy while you sleep [unless you let
May 2004
May 17, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 6
Deadbeat neighbor: “Hey, why the long face. Everything okay?” Me: “Sarin gas.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Oh, sorry to hear it… Wanna shot of Pepto or something? Got a huge bottle of it in my kitchen. ‘s no trouble, really…” Me: “I’m going to stop coming outside, I think.”
May 17, 2004
Prisms
Oops! Looks like we may have found some more of those WMDs that never existed… In related news, Al Qaeda continues to have no connection to Iraq. update: Nevermind. The kids at DU remind us that the Sarin gas is quite obviously a US military plant. And here I was thinking our enemies were evil. (h/t Michele) More. update 2: QandO, and Captain’s Quarters. And Citizen Smash has a more
May 17, 2004
Clifford Peache seems to have misinterpreted his relationship with Ricky Linderman
Clifford Peache: “But — I thought we were sort of a team now…”
May 16, 2004
protein wisdom, channeling Dean Vernon Wormer, offers the following advice to Canadian columnist Ant
protein wisdom: “Fat, drunk, and Canadian* is no way to go through life, Antonia.” *(With apologies in advance to those Canadians who happen not to be enormously fat, shrieking, potentially Jew-hating gobs of terror-enabling leftist goo with their own shrilly imbecilic and ubiquitously anti-American columns in the Toronto Star. Of whom I imagine there are like, literally dozens.) **** More. And more. And more. And more. And more. And —
May 16, 2004
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 10: Irvine Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. “So for awhile I just wandered around in a daze, stopping off at various trout hotspots, looking up old friends, most of whom had up and moved. The few I did find regarded me suspiciously — as if noticing for the first time the gray rubber boots I wore
May 16, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 5
Deadbeat neighbor: “…You’re not still mad at me today, are you –?” Me: “No.” Deadbeat neighbor: ” — ‘Cause I was feeling really bad about yesterday, just so you know…” Me: “Forget it. No big deal.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Cool. …Hey, you think when you’re done with your sports– Me: “No. And for Chrissakes put some pants on, willya?”