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I rarely know what you’re talking about.

Gaoot nityhfsy

I know I keep promising bad fiction, and I still promise it’s coming soon, but medical stuff keeps getting in the way. Like, specifically the medicine stuff (Kough Syrup with Kodeine) my Doctor gave me, which makes me way dizzy and disoriented and is way, way less fun than the Tylenol with codeine I had [...]

Where the sentences have no end

Project: Bad Fiction is tottering along, but it’s been sidelined temporarily by a colossal illness I apparently just decided I’d pick up the week before I’m supposed to have surgery. ‘Cause, y’know, I’m missing a lot of work — but am I missing enough? Sorry for the delay, but it’s gonna be great, I swear.
In [...]

“Memoirs.”

… And then there was the time I took the Creative Writing class.
It was during the fall semester of my final senior year that, perusing our esteemed university’s course catalog, I thought to myself, “Buddy, it is high fricken time you took a creative writing course.” It was more of a formality than anything else, [...]

Tha knife

All right, Internets, let’s have a talk.
I know I’ve been more about the humorous pictures of other people’s brothers-in-law lately than about the intense personal reflections you’ve come to not expect of me. This is either by design or not; I haven’t figured that out yet, and probably won’t bother to.
At any rate, here’s a [...]

My side of the street

God bless all the re-captioners out there. This is funnier than I manage to be most days.

If you follow only one link this year …

Dear sweet merciful heavenly Jesus, you absolutely must read this right this very moment. It’s quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve seen in months and months and months. If you need further convincing, consider: The following image is only like the third funniest picture on there.

I have Melissa to thank for it. Melissa, a thousand [...]

My Dinner With LouGo

When you’ve sat fifteen feet from Colonel Charles “Chappy” Sinclair, and he’s pointed directly at you in the middle of reciting a freeform poem he wrote in the sixties or seventies and said “Can [that struggling ghetto child] find a home with YOU?”, how can the entire rest of your life be anything but a [...]

Another year …

After a strange extended period offline, during which time I began to suspect they were on to my little shenanigans, the web site of a certain circular daily newspaper comic is up and running again. I’ve resolved to pick up my old habit of doing this daily and distributing it via e-mail, so if you’d [...]

“CHAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”

JUST RECIEVED VIA WORK LISTSERV:
The Student Association at The University of [where Brian works] presents
*Louis Gossett Jr. *
* *
to speak for our Commemoration of Martin Luther King Jr.
Monday, January 17th , 2005
7:00pm in the [School giant basketball arena]
*Students, faculty, and staff get in FREE. No need for a ticket, just come with your ID.*
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Color me [...]

“Painter of Light.”

I sing again the praises of digital photography. Here, for your consideration, is the finest kitty picture I’ve taken to date.

As Dame Judy eloquently put it, this picture perfectly captures Gus’s precious wide-eyed curious paranoia.

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