Archive for April, 2010
(First part of this post is right over here, if you missed it. The comments are brilliant.) Let’s form an assumption just for the purposes of this post. Let’s assume that piracy cannot be stopped. Let’s pretend that it isn’t necessarily a malevolent or even a selfish directive put forth by a gaggle of impatient [...]
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No, not the “Somalians stole my Booze Cruise!” kind. Rather, “Some punk on the Internet stole my book!” (Or movie. Or article. Or photo. Or song. Or pants.) Piracy kind of fucks me up when I think about it. Intellectually, I oppose it. Grr! Piracy bad. Of course it is. It’s stealing. I don’t mean [...]
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Today’s Painting With Shotguns features lots of little updates. They are the equivalent of birdshot arriving not en masse, but separately — little BB’s punching holes in your brain-slab. Sidenote about birdshot? Whenever I think of birdshot, I think of eating pheasant or geese. Always with the “careful chewing, lest you crunch down hard on [...]
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“Cup.” I say that, you probably know what I mean. Except, okay, maybe you don’t. I could mean a plastic soda cup. I could mean a child’s sippy cup. Maybe I mean, “athletic protector for some jock’s junk.” Now: “Goblet.” Or, “Highball glass.” Or, “Wooden dice cup.” I say those things, I’ve just clarified my [...]
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My mother went to the ER yesterday afternoon, and did not get out of the hospital until almost 12 hours later. I’ll cut right to the chase: she’s fine, mostly, but dealing with some pain and some persistent issues that will require further look-see’s, but according to the doctors it’s nothing life-threatening. Got the call [...]
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