This same thing once happened to me—only in my case, the phone was half a meatball sandwich, and the strange behavior that seemed to mimic predictable electronic functionality was forty-eight hours of light vomiting and the inability, to this day, to keep down anything that’s been simmering in an oregano-heavy tomato paste.
April 29, 2005
April 29, 2005
This being Friday and all, we’re awaiting a certain something from a certain aloof, 9-banded Dasypus
Sorry, but said 9-banded Dasypus took it upon himself to chew through my Caligula DVD, so I beat him with a loaf of French bread and sent him to bed without any supper. Fucking unrated version, too. Stupid, stupid beast.
April 29, 2005
The “I wanted to write a poem for Frank Black from the show ‘Millennium‘“ poem
for Lara Means I wanted to write a poem for Frank Black, but I had a really hard time finding a rhyme for ‘apocalypse.’ So, y’know—fuck it.
April 29, 2005
“The yin and yang of intimate interpersonal relationships post, 8” (from the pw conceptual series)
yin: “Would you do me a favor, honey, and fetch me about a half teaspoon of those dried marjoram leaves from the pantry? I’m experimenting on a traditional Cioppino, and I don’t want to overstate the sauteed garlic.” yang: “I understood ‘teaspoon.’ Beyond that? All gibberish.”
April 29, 2005
Odd, Ends
1. Confederate Yankee asks if West Point “is poised to make a rule change in favor of the athletics department that cheapens–no, guts– the longstanding code of ‘Duty. Honor. Country’ that is West Point’s soul.” 2. Mac at pull on superman’s cape welcomes new site contributor, James Pell—“one of the heroes of India Company and someone who has stories to tell of his service in Iraq (as well as Bosnia
April 29, 2005
Good question.
Can I dress her in a Catholic school girl uniform—with the knee-socks and the shiny patent leather shoes?