oatmeal: “Remember that ‘Farina’ kid from ‘Our Gang’? Well, to this day Aunt Jemima swears he wasn’t mine, but the fact is, we got loaded on gin Gibsons and bumped uglies in the coat check closet at Hal Roach’s 1919 Christmas Party, so the timing’s about right—and besides, any fool could see the boy had my smile…”
July 22, 2006
July 22, 2006
variations on a theme: The “an ordinary clock glimpsed in its moment of brief Greenwaldean* awakening†post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
tic tic tic tic tic ding! / beep / blip / tock / cuckoo-cuckoo! tic tic tic
July 22, 2006
That’s it! We’ve waited and waited and waited, and if the little guy doesn’t dance this time—
—You’ll do what, exactly? Boycott him? C’mon. He’s like smack to you people. Speaking of which, just two nights ago we held an intervention to help the little fella get the monkey off his back. Which, I’ll be the first to admit, was one of the most emotionally draining experiences of my life. Still, it was the right thing to do—even if it meant sedating the wretched simian with horse