Deadbeat neighbor: “Can I ask you a question?” Me: “If you make it quick.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Why on earth did you spend half the afternoon smashing all those apples with a shovel?” Me: “Didn’t like their attitude. Simple as that.”
June 30, 2004
June 30, 2004
Second in a series of real-time empirical observations
As you read this, Al Franken is rolling up a trouser leg and complaining about persistent swelling in his feet. The young segment producer he’s whining to nods, but what she’s thinking is, “man, this guy smells just like cheese blintzes.”
June 30, 2004
Moore corn chips, please
For those of you interested in such things, Mark Glaser’s new Online Journalism Review column — “MichaelMoore.com: Lightning Rod for Political Debate, Action” — is now up. I was one of the folks interviewed for the column. But it’s a good piece, anyway. Sadly, my quip about Moore getting himself consistently wedged in a bathtub he keeps filled with Cheeze Whiz and dipping chips got excised from the final draft.
June 30, 2004
Announcement
Spent most of yesterday in the ER with shortness of breath and tightness in my chest. I was released last night after a battery of tests at around 9, but I’m still finding it difficult to breathe deeply. When I yawn, for instance, I can’t seem to complete the yawn — that good deep party where your entire chest rattles and hummmms. I’ve never had asthma, but I feel like