“It’s like somebody drove an enormous truck in through my sphincter and parked it on my aged, weary soul. “Which, y’know—that doesn’t exactly tickle bub…”
September 13, 2004
September 13, 2004
The semiotics of personal space
Sometimes, when I’m feeling really frisky, I like to post in nothing but thigh-high vinyl go-go boots and a spiked leather dog collar. But then, I’ve always been something of a fashion daredevil.*
September 13, 2004
Vice presidential candidate John Edwards buys some bedroom slippers
sales clerk: “These?” Edwards: “No, the other ones –the ones that look like cute fuzzy bunnies. And don’t give me any of that bullshit about ‘em not coming in a size 9, because I blew through the heel of a pair just like those this morning, poor little Snowball and Peter…”
September 13, 2004
Rathergate and the postmodern turn, 2
You know a story’s become a cultural phenomenon the moment somebody brings Umberto Eco into the mix… update: Or Nigerian email scams, for that matter… update 2: Or even Queen of the Space unicorns…
September 13, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 36
Deadbeat neighbor: “See that Broncos game last night?” Me: “Yup.” Deadbeat neighbor: “I tell ya’, there’s nothing more satisfying than crushing the Chiefs.” Me: “I dunno. You ever spend a weekend batting around Dan Rather like an aged badminton birdie?” Deadbeat neighbor: “I don’t follow you–” Me: “– So tell me, is that a genuine Polo shirt you have on? Because the closer I look at it, the more it
September 13, 2004
Those aren’t tulips you’re smelling, Danny Boy
Heh. I guess the shoes really do make the outfit. …Meantime, Dan, when you’re finished with that, howsabout using a different digit to plug Terry Mcauliffe’s pie hole… **** (h/t SondraK; h/t Gerard Van der Leun)