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I Thought It Was Meatloaf: A Saga of Relative Ineptitude
Thanksgiving would not have been Thanksgiving if my cousin Jason emerged unscathed from it. The poor guy is known in the family as a bad luck magnet, but sometimes I get the feeling that some of it is caused by his own errors in judgment. This Thanksgiving started ominously with Jason's older brother bringing in his magic-microphone-karaoke-from- ( Read more... ) -
The Zombie Turkeys of Planet Tryptophan
It's that time of year again when I go a bit crazy with my box of recipe cards and vegetable peeler. It would also be that time of year when our museum's garden journal would be chock full of drawings depicting demonic pumpkin pies, lurking zombie turkeys, and terrified diners. I don't know why, but my brain tends to draw the macabre side of ( Read more... ) -
Them Rugby Players Sure Are Tough
In response to my sole reader, I'm doing my dastardly best to update this blognal as quick as possible for her bemusement. In return, I expect a double cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake. This is a memory I posted a while back on a different site. I thought it deserved a wider audience.
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Recently, I was going through a file drawer of ( Read more... ) -
How do you spell Anise?
There are days when one is caught unaware by a simple misspelling.
It was innocent enough, but let's just say I was caught with the wrong end of the stick. This happened a few years back while I was working in the garden of a children's museum. I had just relieved a coworker for the afternoon, and I was sitting at the table, writing in the garden ( Read more... ) -
Once again...
I missed Cephalopod Awareness Day yesterday, 8th of October! Oh well, *sigh* then again, every day is Squid Day to me! heehehehee!
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Long Jump Face Plant, Tequila, Vodka Shots, Sake, & Blurt
I spent most of last week enjoying some free time from the family science nights, and no children meant peace and quiet. Unfortunately, I ended up working out with my sister, her friend, and cousin at the local middle school track. A note to self: Never work out with sadists! As for the long jump face plant, well, it was something I didn't ( Read more... ) -
Poetry Night at the Tabasco in the Eye Theater
Morituri te salutant
(A Burial in Manila)
The other day a voice spoke to me.
I listened,
But I had forgotten it the next minute.
I paid the undertaker
And I followed the procession
Into the city of the dead,
But also a city of the living.
Sprawling mindlessly,
Like a cancer
In the heart of Manila,
Growing.
Squatters dwell here
Along with their children,
Such ( Read more... ) -
Tabasco Sauce in the Eye Theater
The Stork Club was a bar where everybody knew your name because inevitably, it is required that you spend a night singing 'Mairzy Doats and Doazy Doats' while completely nude and dancing a jig on top of the bar. But that was for the longtime patrons, and I didn't count myself as a longtime patron. I was just an accidental bar hopper that ( Read more... ) -
A new site for a new year
This site may very well be a repository for the writings my decrepit mind feels obligated to dictate to me during those quiet nights I spend on the computer. So I apologize now for the frightfully strange, inanely humorous, disgustingly droll, and uniquely skewed world view that may incur your abject scorn and pity.