Yearly Archives: 2007

Times Gone By

New Years Reso­lu­tions, yada, yada, yada.
1.Throw away all under­wear with a pro­pen­sity to slither up the crack of my butt.
Done.
I’d con­si­der that a pretty suc­cess­ful day, and you?
2. Stop rea­ding the news. The only word I’ve lear­ned is “surge”, first Iraq, then Huc­ka­bee, now Edwards.
I won­der if the sur­ges here will be as much

Acceptable Risk

The mur­der of Bhutto, a horri­ble tra­gedy which does not bode well for the area, or us as a mat­ter of fact, but surely not a total sur­prise to anyone. Bhutto knew of the dan­gers, almost reve­led in them or so it seems.
Three men at a zoo, in a country where peo­ple often mis­ta­kenly

I’m tired, I’m Groggy, My Cookies are Soggy

The FCC
thought we’d miss it
pas­sed
right before Christ­mas
will the con­gress
have our backs
making up for
for Iraq
the con­cerns
never end
the inter­net
my friend
will soon
to Mur­dock belong
greedy Goo­gle
us whips­pawn
—  —  –
I’m going to share with you clips from of Burt Sugarman’s Mid­night Spe­cial, where musi­cians and comics per­for­med live, and women had real breasts. Though some of the vids are not that

Once There Was A Way. Lullabies and Love

The archi­tect and the artist took turns sin­ging her to sleep at night. Whether it be the archi­tect, or the artist, after rea­ding the book, they would sing. Not because they were good at it, they weren’t, but because it wor­ked.
Once there was a way to get back home­ward
Once there was a way to