Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Because God Forbid I Don’t Make a Lousy Post
Hey my good friends I am a bit pressed for time now - because of my new toy which I have yet even fully to operate but which holds for us all the promise of nigh limitless visual stimulation, Chuckles-style. Meantime I’ve been working on some outside assignments that have drained some of my creativity and time, and even though I have some really fun essays gathering dust in my essaybook I don’t feel as if I have time right now to get them posted properly. SO. Instead of favoring you with the coherent wisdom I usually extrude on this site, I’m going to do a little minor clean-up and just dump a handful of snippets on y’all. I should be back on track to tell you something juicy real soon.
If two people go around cavorting, are they co-vorting?
* The cat’s litter really stinks.
* No, really?
* Yeah, really.
* That’s funny - because the last time I was in there when she hopped in to make a deposit, it smelled like they were harvesting lilacs.
* Really. How’d you get so lucky?
* I think it was all the fresh lilacs I’d been ramming up her butt.
One of the applications I recently read - prepared by a legal services professional, not a random soul on the street - described the plight of those who were “straddled with debt.” I don’ t think I’ve ever heard it put quite that way before but it’s so much more evocative than to say “saddled with debt” that I’m going to stick with it. “Saddled” made me feel like a pack animal, but “straddled” makes me feel more personally violated. When we’re talking about debt, the heavy lifting is already behind me - but the slow painful ride is far from ending. “Straddled” it is.
* What do you think of that building?
* I’m not impressed.
* You never are. Do you know who designed it?
* I don’t know. I. M. Pei.
* No you’re not.
I know we’re getting close to the springtime holidays when I see a big cardboard crate on a top shelf at the cool stationery shop labeled “Passover.” It’s the old “seder-in-a-box,” a division of MREs for G.O.D. The box itself is made out of mazoh, but the glue is non-kosher.
ACTUAL NAME OF NEW BUSINESS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD: “U.S. Treatment of Difficult and Complicated Illness Center.” Because the line at the “Simple Easy Illness Center” was too long.
Well, I’m not satisfied, but I have to bolt, so a crappy post is the best you get from me today. I’ll make up for it soon, if you can believe a person wearing this ridiculous outfit. Oh well I guess you’ll have to wait for the photographs.

